It took a few days of W stubbornly standing in one spot, frozen, crying for me or J to pick him up. It's the shoes. He didn't want to walk in them, he wasn't going to walk in them. He was peeoed. He was no longer free wheeling it barefoot all over the place. On the fourth day he forgot all about them and was cruising around the kitchen like a banshee. He still whines a bit when I put them on but he quickly gets over it.
Next mission-getting rid of the bottle, moving on to sippy cups. It won't be easy.
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