Tuesday, January 25, 2005
We were trying to hold out until Evelin got home from work, but she was eating both fists pretty hard, so I decided to give her another bottle. This one she took without any problems. When Evelin got home, she was just getting into her bath.
After a quick top up, Evelin is getting her to bed right now. I'm having a bit of scotch: a 12-year-old single malt, The Balvenie DoubleWood (first an oak bourbon barrel followed by an oak sherry barrel). It's quite nice, and I'm thinking it would be a nice one to have more than an airline bottle of; super mellow and rich, a nice hit of wine and oranges with some oak and toffee rising later.
Conor used to fuss quite a bit when I tried to bottle him no matter how hungry he was. I have since discovered that we need "special" places for bottle feeding. Not the places where he usually gets nursed. He won't take a bottle where he gets boobed. I had to find special boob-free zones for bottles only.
Up until yesterday, Celeste seemed to prefer to take a bottle in "the usual place." I tried a couple of places, but none seemed to be better or worse than any other.
I think she might just be getting into a phase of afternoon crankiness, or I was just doing everything wrong yesterday. Or a combination of both.
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