…how something so small can make me so stinkin’ excited…
When I started trying to give the girls water, at around six months old, I bought fluoridated “baby” water.
(I admit I’m spoiled to bottled water. I’ll drink tap water in a pinch, but I can tell a real difference in the branded stuff. We consume five or six gallons a week. It may be psychological, but I figure it’s a small price to pay to keep me properly hydrated.)
Forget that the girls refused any water…and any sippy cup…until they were 15 or 16 months old. I held to my convictions that they needed that fluoride.
Fast forward a couple of years, and the girls now love their [fluoridated] water.
A few weeks ago, having made the switch to big-kid [fluoridated] toothpaste, it hit me that I no longer needed to buy the special gallons of water for A&B.
While it seems kind of weird to pass by that shelf in the grocery store, this mama is some kind of excited about us all drinking the same type of water!
Our refrigerator fits four gallon jugs in the door, and it’s downright blissful to have freed up one of those incredibly valuable slots.
It sort of feels like I won a refrigerator makeover or something!
The freedom! The flexibility! The possibilities are endless!!!
See…told ya it might just be a little bit sad. But it’s the little things, right??!!!