Uh oh!
âHoney, no!â I shout seeing you on top of the counter. I carefully pick you up and place you back onto the ground, wiping away the few stray tears from your cheeks. âLil one, Iâm so sorry I yelled.â I watch as you nod your head, letting me continue. âPlease if you ever need something, come and ask dada. Youâre far too small to be getting yourself a drink, you couldâve gotten hurt.â after making sure youâre ok, I stand up grabbing the bottle you dropped. Heading to the sink to wash it thoroughly. âSo baby, what would you like to drink?â I say, holding up your bottle. You donât say anything, and for a minute it worries me. but soon your palms are raised opening and closing. I know my baby well. My baby has gone nonverbal. I place the bottle down so that Iâm able to lift you into my arms kissing your cheek. Youâre so small for me. âWell then my baby bear, letâs get you something yummy to drinkâ I say bouncing you slightly. I take your little wiggles as agreement and start to get you milk.











