Greyson rolled to face me and then smacked my chest, as in "Hey, I'm hungry! Get to work boobies!" I, of course, pulled them out, fed my son and we were all back to sleep less than 10 min later. Just another reason why I love breastfeeding - it is so much easier than fixing a bottle at 3am.
Greyson clearly knows where the "goods" are kept. He actually won't take a bottle from me any more. If I can't nurse him for some reason he will hold the bottle himself, but would rather have it from the source.
He is showing this same independent spirit when it comes to eating solids. He would much rather feed himself than have us do it. So I'm letting him. I know that it's not as efficient and it makes a big mess, but this just isn't a fight that I think is worth it. He is not eating solids for nutritional value and they do not replace a meal, so what if more ends up on his face than in his mouth. He'll need to learn to feed himself at some point, why not start now?
Greyson tries to find his mouth with the other one.
It works surprisingly well.
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