I’m getting quite tired of the boppy

I’ve written before about C’s love for her bottle, which she – and everyone else in our family – refers to as “boppy.”

The earlier post was about how I don’t get the appeal of milk in a bottle on a hot summer day. This post is about how flat out tired I’m getting about the boppy in general. And excuse me if I seem a bit cranky or if something doesn’t quite make sense; I’ve spent the better part of an hour trying to keep C asleep for her afternoon nap, boppy in hand (hers, not mine).

And my shirtsleeve is absolutely soaked from milk dripping out of the side of her mouth and onto me as I held her. At the first cold drip, I tried to take the bottle away from her, but she clung to it in her near-sleep, and it was ten minutes of lovely cold milk drippings before I could get it from her and stop the flow.

So yeah, I’m tired of the boppy, and I’m tired of how easily it spills and leaks. And I really don’t want my sleeve to be cold, wet, and smelling of milk.

But I’ve got to admit something: I think I’m less ready for her to give up that little bit of cute babyness than she is. As much as I’m ready for boppy messes and expenses (disposable bottle liners) to go away, I’m really not ready for the end of the boppy.

And I doubt I’ll ever be.