As is appropriate for a girl named after the Norse Uber-goddess, Freya is running the show. Here I thought I had figured out a way to nurse her for six months, busy work life and travel schedule and all. Had she not been the perfect executive baby just the other week, behaving with proper decorum in the first class cabin en route to Washington, DC, and sleeping through dinner in a fancy restaurant in Vancouver, BC a couple of weeks before?Turns out she has a different idea. The other day, when we offered her a little pureed carrot, she went right for it: grabbed the spoon, guided my hand to her mouth (albeit with moderate success, see above), and figured out the mechanics of swallowing on her third bite. Ever since then my offering has been relegated to the middle-of-the-night feedings when she is too drowsy to complain, and once in three feedings during the day when I'm sufficiently engorged to resemble the easier-to-suck bottle. That's right, I am competing with a bottle for Freya's attention!
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