Current situation is sitting in the backyard “ashram” admiring the new patio. Glass of Sangiovese poured and Noodle is cooing himself to sleep. Bestie on her way to town for one whole week.
What happened to my 6PM sleeper? Ugh. At least he’s still cheery about it. I let him and Nugget take bottles to bed. Judge away.
In Italy last year, I saw heaps of pre-k kids running out of the int'l school with bottles and pacis glued to their faces. I’m sure an entire EU country is not lamenting bottles before bed.
I also stress about not holding/rocking/making eye contact for every bottle feed. One of my bff mommy friends (who I actually respect her parenting) told me to get over it. None of them will be babies forever so I try to soak up as much QT as possible and minimize the guilt.
It’s a beautiful night. March in FL is bliss.