I packed up Austin's bottles last Sunday. He was only getting one a day -- 6 ounces of whole milk at breakfast.
I was tired of washing bottles and looking at that nasty old bottle rack He mastered the cups months ago, so last Sunday I decided it was time to go cold turkey. The bottles were washed for the last time and packed away with all of his outgrown clothes, and that yucky bottle rack was thrown in the trash!
With that we say farewell, good friends. You did your job well. But don't you worry, we'll need you again someday!
Austin went for a wagon ride with Grandma since he figured the men could handle the fort on their own.
Dressed in his Red Neck Best, he enters his fort for the first time...
Watch out, Grandma! Here I come!
You want me to do what?!?
Wait, wait, wait! I'm not sure about this!
Oh, now I get it!
Let's do that again!
This will be the perfect escape route when I'm older!
Thank You Grandma and Grandpa Kiefer!
