All Bottled Up

These days I measure my success in terms of how many bottles I have ready in the refrigerator. There are few things in this world more stressful than holding a screaming baby and trying to pour, mix, heat and take the top off of a slippery bottle and then try to jam it into the screaming mouth while still standing ...all using only one hand. Forget bibs, burp cloths and all other cutesy tools - we're talking survival mode at this point.
So, you can imagine my extreme happiness when, at 7:00am in the morning, my fridge looks like this:

And my little babe in return looks like this:

So the end solution involves getting up at 5:00am for now, but it's actually sort of nice when the groggy wears off to have an hour or so to write, read, blog, etc. And it is more than worth it to see that award-winning smile instead of a protruding bottom lip on the edge of breakdown. Thats it for now -

Love, Wynn & Virginia