About a month ago Archer weaned himself. No gradual faaaaade out, his wean was straight gangster. One morning a couple weeks ago he pushed his 6:30 am bottle away from his lips, "up outta my face, ja heard!"
At first I thought it was just a freak incident but then the next morning came. And the next and... It wasn't an anomaly. Every time I came near Arch's face with a bottle or even milk in a cup (Hey! I tried...) he gave me the stare-down.
"No way, bitch."
The funny thing is, he will drink water. Only water. No juice. No milk. No nothing unless it's water. Still. Filtered. No gaz.
Trying to trick a baby seems unfair because he's a friggin baby and shouldn't know it when I pour scoops of Enfamil in his yogurt or oatmeal or lentil soup (kidding. i don't do that.) but he does. He knows. He takes one bite and makes a face.
"What, Archer? No formula in here. Seriously!"
"See. Look?" (takes bite) Yummy! Tastes like Bananas!"
It is becoming increasingly harder to trick our young hero and I'm starting to think, even though the books and our pediatrician says otherwise, the kid just doesn't need his milk anymore. He's over it, protesting lactose and DHA fortification with the passion of an overzealous food-critic, just like he protested breast-feeding by starving almost to death. He's the anti-lactivist. Rock.
Or maybe he's just emulating mom and the locals. He doesn't do milk. He doesn't do dairy. No juice. Just water and avocados and split pea soup with the peas on the side.
Normal? Pulease. I'm so tired of caring.