Showing posts with label bottle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bottle. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Holding Her Own

Miss Ridley has decided to hold her own bottle now.  She has been sort of doing this for a few weeks, but she would quickly let go when she realized what she was doing.  Today, she decided she was driving this bottle.  Oh, my sweet little diva is hard headed.  I lover her to pieces.



Thursday, November 10, 2011

I can feed myself

Reed is all about finger foods and holding his own bottle. He loves Cheerios, Puffs, and Goldfish. He makes a total mess and enjoys every bite that actually makes it to his mouth.


Tuesday, July 26, 2011

On a mission

I was getting ready to feed Reed a bottle when Ryland asked for something to drink, I sat the bottle and burp cloth down with Reed and grabbed some juice for Ryland. When I came back to Reed, he was grunting in attempt to drink the bottle from sitting on the sofa. I grabbed the camera in an attempt to capture this silly moment. There was no stopping this mission. He wanted that bottle and was going to get it.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

No more bottles

Bottles are gone! Ryland's pediatrician told us to get rid of the bottles at his one year well check, but with everything going on around here, we have delayed this transition. Well, no more. Ryland is now a sippy cup boy. He was a little upset about it tonight when we put him to bed. He was asking for a BA, and we just kept on giving him the sippy cup. Cross your fingers that we can keep this up.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Happy day

As usual Ryland was in a great mood today but what was so cool about today was.....
Ryland started holding his own bottle again! YAY!
I don't know what it was about today, but he just decided he wanted to hold his own bottle today. He even started showing off by holding his bottle with one hand.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Holding a bottle is over rated

Ryland has decided to stop holding his bottle this week. If I even attempt to put his hand on the bottle, he goes crazy. I mean an all out crazy fit. He starts arching his back, slinging his arms, screaming, and crying. This crazy fit happens every time I try to put his hands on the bottle. I have no idea what is going on with him.