I Love You, Sippy Cup!

The parenting books say that at some point Baby may form an attachment to an object that will henceforth be known as a security item. Parent will then spend many hours ransacking the house looking for said security item, screaming, "I need the buzzy bee!" or whatever, as Baby wails and remains inconsolable.

Until last week, Milo had not developed any sort of attachment to any inanimate object. He likes his brooms, sure, but he didn't need to sleep with them or anything.

We had actually been trying to interest him in all sorts of items that could be considered traditional security items, filling his crib with at least fifteen soft blankets with stuffed animals attached (called, I am sad to report that I know this, loveys). But Milo hadn't really taken an interest in any of them, nor in any of the stuffed animals that sometimes threaten to crowd him out of his own crib. (We frequently check on him in the night only to find him face down in a pile of animals.) Sometimes he gets up in the morning and talks to his tiger or his monkey or his monster, but he hadn't formed any intense lovey-worth attachments to anything.

Last week that changed when I gave him a special sippy cup with a straw attached to it. At first we thought he'd just become a milk addict, but no. It turns out that what he's really addicted to is the cup. And the other night, he insisted that he sleep with it. Just to point out the totally obvious -- this is a cup. A hard, plastic cup. And Milo loves it with all his little heart.