HELP!!!

My boy is 2. Ok, he is almost 3. He will be 3 at the end of April, and he STILL. HAS. A. BOTTLE.

I need help with this. I don't know how to get him off of it. He knows only 'babies' get baba's and he knows that he is a 'big boy' and all day long he will tell me he doesn't need a bottle and he is a big boy and so on and so forth.

Then comes bed time. HE FLIPS OUT. Like, seriously, flips out like I've never seen before. I already have TONS of sleeping problems with this boy... as in, he has nite terrors some nights, and he wakes up anywhere from 2 to 5 or 6 times a night, EVERY NIGHT. I think he has slept through the night maybe 10 times since his birth and THAT. IS. IT.

I need a break. I need to get this bottle away from my ALMOST 3 year old. I need some sleep. I could get him to go to sleep without the bottle eventually, and that wouldn't be so hard on me, it's the 12am, 3am, and 5am wake up that I could't just shove a bottle with some water in it in his hand and he shuts up and goes back to sleep that are going to kill me.

Any suggestions?? I really am taking any and all advice! Here he is today all snuggled up with his baba. AAAWWWW!

To prove it's not Stale...

I turn 30 soon. UGH! Really. 30? When did this happen? Where did the time go??

I had a birthday party this weekend, put on by my husband. It was AWESOME. These are some of my best girlfriends and me. (That pic up there...)

I guess there is no better time for reflection than when I am panicking because I am getting older and there is nothing I can do about it.

I quit smoking this past year. I guess that is probably the most noteworthy thing that happened to me in my 29th year. Best thing I ever did for myself. And for my son.

Oh, I bought my first home in my 29th year. That is a huge accomplishment in itself these days. People all over are losing their homes, and I bought my first one. On. My. Own. Not even with the help of my husband. That makes me smile.

I guess looking back, 2009 or my 29th year of life was a good one. Quite possibly a Great One.

Makes me happy on the inside.

Christmas

I spoil the kids. Too. Much. Stuff. Slayder was ticked he HAD to wake up to open presents and we told the twins they couldn't go down stairs till he got up. He DID NOT want to get up. Took us about 30 minutes, then I carried him down crying. Right up till he saw this...

Then he stopped. And. Was. HAPPY.

Best Christmas Yet.