Bottles is happiness

Alright, little bit of back story on the title of this one. When I was deployed I saw my two favorite road signs of all time. Number two was "seatbelts is safety". Hence, Bottles is happiness! My number one favorite road sign of all time read "watch out for road surprises". You've got to wonder who those Arabs have as English translators over there. What a strange job that would be, now that I mention it. "Arabic to English road sign translator". Maybe that's what I need to get into...I digress.

Jackson has started taking bottles!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY! Trust me when I say there are angels singing in the background right now. It's not that I don't love feeding my son or enjoy the bond, but it starts to sort of bother a person when they realize they can't go ANYWHERE alone. You can't go to the gym and swim, or go get a massage, or go alone to the store, just in case he wakes up and decides he's hungry. I was starting to get really squirmy about that. A lactation consultant came to our home last week and observed Jackson eating as well as helped me with pumping, and she assured me that Jack is a champion eater and should have no problems or "confusion" with bottles. So this weekend, we tried it out. After finding him a little annoyed with a too cold bottle, we got all the variables right and he went to town! YES! Jordan also gave Jack his first middle of the night feeding so I could sleep for more than four hours. Double YES!

Now I'm enjoying a little glass of wine safe in the knowledge that if Jack uncharacteristically becomes hungry at this hour, there's a bottle in the fridge. :) Ahhh. Bottles is happiness.