Almost eight and a half months later and my darling son finally starts holding his own bottle! I couldn't be more thrilled! He is well over 20 lbs now and holding him and the bottle at feeding time is getting to be some what of a hassle.
I need to state that Colton gets many of his character traits from me. I will own up to the stubbornness and him being so talkative. His laziness comes from his daddy. I have, on several occasions, walked in and found Chris sprawled out on the bed, or couch, watching TV with his arms up over his head and his legs spread open in a complete state of relaxation. Colton has been portraying this same action, or lack thereof, for sometime now. As cute as it is to see your baby boy in such a comfy, cozy posture, feeding time should be more of a focused occasion.
Now don't get me wrong, I love the bonding time I get while cuddling my precious boy up against me and talking to him oh so sweetly. But there's comes a point in a mother's life when the numbness in her arm overtakes the situation. I get to alternating him from one arm to the other, propping him on my legs, and sometimes just (conservative moms close your eyes) bottle propping altogether. This has been the case for the last month.
Last night I was expecting to run into the same routine as every night. As soon as the bottle touched his lips he pasted those tiny little hands on either side of his bottle and chugged until he was sucking air. Granted, I was still assisting in the process but the determination in this child's eyes was apparent. He has continued to grasp his bottle this morning and throughout the day thus far. I feel like a major milestone has been overcome!

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