Photo of the Day

One of the big happenings around here this week, as I prepare to go back to work next week, is that I’ve been ‘weaning’ Meera from nursing during the day. Slowly but surely I’ve been working on getting her to bottle feed (with formula) from the hours of 8:30am-5:30pm, while still nursing at night. For anyone who has experience with breastfeeding, you can imagine what a challenge this is for both baby and Mama!!! The week has gone really well, though (much better than I would have imagined), and as the week ends, both baby and Mama are doing very well with it all — all things considered. It has meant, however, that there have been lots more bottles around here. Bottles being prepared, bottles being fed, bottles sitting around the house, bottles in the sink, bottles in the dishwasher. For the past six months Kyle and Owen have been absolutely enthralled with all-things-breast-feeding…. and now, just as quickly as that whole thing started it has more-or-less ended (since basically I’m only nursing during the hours that they are asleep– so they don’t actually witness it much anymore). They have quickly moved on. And they are now enthralled with bottle-feeding. They have both determined quite concisely that they do not like formula (or, as they pronounce it, “foam-u-la”) — not one bit. But… they do like bottles. I’ve been letting them take a sip from Meera’s from time to time over the past few days. But today they requested their own. We poured “cow’s milk” into their bottles (they have taken to calling their regular milk “cow’s milk”; making the clear distinction between not only “breastmilk” but also “goat’s milk”… ???… what strange little boys they are?!?!!!!). Meera had formula. And the three of them sat on the couch together drinking their bottles. Quite the sight.