Bottles for Baby

Although Tim weened Quinn from the bottle for daytime use a long time ago, we've still been giving them to her in the mornings to give us more shut eye. But this morning I noticed she had a sippy cup of milk and not a bottle when I went to get her out of bed. I ask Tim about it; he said he went for it at the 5:30 a.m. wake up, and she was fine with it. No Bottle. So we are basically done with bottles.

This afternoon Quinn ask me for some milk, and while I was filling her cup, she got two bottles out of her basket. I said, "No, it is not bottle time. I don't think you need bottles anymore. We can just save those and give them to the baby when it comes."

She nodded in approval, came right over to my belly and started feeding the baby a bottle like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I have been surprised how accepting Quinn is of the idea of our baby being in my belly. In fact, I didn't want to confuse her, so I barely talked about it past the day we found out. I told a few other toddlers who were older, but that is about it. But suddenly anytime anyone mentioned a baby, she was right at my belly. She gives the baby hugs and kisses all the time, and anytime she sees a picture of a baby, she gives my belly some serious love. She loves it so much that I use it when she is having a fit, and sometimes she will snap right out of it.

So fun. So cute.