We've been using a bottle, but I can't see why a baby cup wouldn't work as well. But I suppose with a bottle, they still feel that "latch", or still the suckling - it's like nursing and may be comforting to lie back and nurse, looking up into your eyes - it's just like bf-ing. Perhaps with a cup they might feel a bit disjointed..?
When BOi hasn't drunk the full 200ml, this weekend I've put the rest of his milk in a cup to have with food later, but he's shown no interest.
We haven't got our washing machine yet, so I gave my mum two bags of washing to do on Saturday. I'd forgotten about this yesterday until I'd had a few glasses of wine, so I couldn't go around to pick it up. Fast forward to this morning as I'm driving to SILs to drop off BOi, angry phonecall from DH, "Where are my work uniforms?"
Well. I can not be responsible for dressing myself, BOi and DH. That's not fair. Yesterday, I made dinner, and DH took the plates back to the kitchen - but he just dumped them there! It just meant loading up the dishwasher, no real effort involved Grrrr! At bedtime, I took our glasses down and then had to start clearing up - as well as getting BOi's stuff ready for today, and my things ready for work. Grrr! We're going to have to have a couple of words about weight pulling, methinks. He's usually very good, and he did spend the weekend working hard and jet-washing the patio and balcony, etc..
Mini-rant - Sorry.
But it's just the little things like that that grate.
We agreed that as this house is so big, we have to really keep on top of keeping it tidy and clean. And whilst the whole place is still upside down and full of boxes, then we really need to keep our living areas on good shape.
On Saturday morning, I didn't go with BOi to have his first haircut. There's just too much to do in the house. You have to grasp those moments when he's asleep or not there to get as much done as possible.
He looks fab. I need to remind DH to post the pics on fb.
There was one girl cutting his hair, one catching it in an envelope, and one taking photos. Three girls cooing over him, and DH sat in the middle, for £4. (and he forgot to give them a tip!! bad daddy.)
You can't leave BOi alone for a moment. (I need to buy a walker, and a playpen, don't I?) He's crawling at speed now, and when he gets to the couch/wall/cupboard he's climbing up onto his feet. But he's so unsteady that you have to get there and support him.
How're the poorly babes and mums today?
BOi has another cold. Again. :(