Poor little thing

Ivy has a fever, and she is sleeping. We moved her portacot into our room (cooler) and she's been asleep since 10.30 am. Hazel is up and happy, being the Captain of the Boat.

Bottle train

Last week, the girls had their last bottles.

We had been giving them a bed-time bottle for ages. They are such big girls, but they really loved their bottles.

When they were six months old, they were fully bottle-fed. At night, we would wash the 12 bottles from the day, soak them in chlorine solution, make up 12 bottles of formula, and line them up in the fridge. It took ages. I loathed the task.

Over the next year, we gradually dropped one milk feed after another, until at about 18 months just the bed-time bottle was left. It was almost pleasurable to make up just two bottles at a time. There was no need to "sterilise", because we were able to make it up just before using it.

Then one day, we switched to plain cows milk. No more tins of powdered formula. Just tip in the milk, and plug it in.

Last week, Trudi's suggestions that we stop giving the girls bottles clicked, and I suddenly though it was a good idea. That night, no bottles. No-one said anything, and bedtime was no more ridiculous than usual.

Last night Hazel asked for a bottle, so they each had a glass of milk instead. Tonight, nothing.

My grown-up girls.