We're on Day 8 of the Great Sippee Cup Extermination. I'm thoroughly sick of them. Wash the cup...wash the lid...wash the valve (with a q-tip cuz, yes, I am THAT anal retentive about sippee cleanliness). And don't even get me started on the cups that roll under the couch and aren't found until the contents resemble New England clam chowder.
The girls don't miss them. They would rather be "big kids" like their brothers and drink out of regular cups. And I only miss them when I have to clean up a spill from a regular cup (which are surprisingly rare).
Yes, there are plenty of times when I'm all, "WAH! My babies are so grown up now! WAH! I miss my babies!" But there are more times when I'm all, "YAY! Less STUFF!"
We're done with maternity clothes, pacifiers, burp cloths, receiving blankets, bottles, diapers, giant boxes of wipes, bibs, sippee cups, baby gates, 5-point-harnesses, onesies, strollers, the exersaucer, the pack-n-play, and booster seats on the dining room chairs. Also? No more diaper bags. For a general outing, I bring my wallet and cell phone. (I keep certain things, like a first aid kit, stashed in the back of the van at all times.) Leaving the house is becoming easier and easier. (Not quicker....just easier.) "Potty! Wash your hands! Brush your teeth! Get your shoes on! Get in the van! Get buckled!" They can do ALL of these things by themselves. Excuse me while I do a brief Happy Dance.
I'm liking their independence....a LOT.
Next up? Getting rid of Rachel's crib, mattress, and crib sheets. I'm counting the days.