Hmmm

We are trying to get Hadley interested in a bottle, because 2 weeks from tomorrow is her first day at daycare. She is not interested in a bottle. At all, so far. I hate this part, because not only does it force me to come to grips with being away from my baby(ies) for the day, but it means back to work, which means more work in general since all the stuff I get done during the day has to get done some other time. But this is not a post about that.

So I had this bottle of freshly pumped milk sitting on the table by my bed.

And I saw Clara holding it as I was brushing my teeth.

And I saw the gleam in her eye.

And she saw me looking at her, narrowed her eyes in ways only Clara can, and said "I have some Mommy?"

And I paused, and said no.

And again "I have some Mommy?"

And I paused. Shrugged and said "Sure, go ahead." She won't. She wouldn't.

She did.

And she liked it.

"I have some more Mommy, it's good."

I really didn't know what to think about that. My mind said "ew" my brain said "what's wrong with that" and my frugal side was busily thinking "wow, you could save even more money if you could make enough breast milk to feed Clara too......"

Nah.