She has learned to hold her own bottle. Or at least that is what I'm told. She'll do it for Jeramy. She'll do it for his mother. She outright refuses to hold it for me. I tried putting her hands on it...no. I tried letting her feed propped up on her boppy pillow rather than directly on me...no. I think she knows that mommy is perfectly capable of holding her bottle for her and is set on taking advantage of my generous nature. A sign of things to come?
At least she is pretty much sleeping solely in her crib now. As you may recall, Jillian began as a swing sleeper; motion equals sleep in her world whether in the car or in my arms or in the swing. The transition from swing to crib went in fits and starts. We were doing pretty well, but then the move disrupted things. Then we almost had it again with a little crying it out, but she got a bad cold. Now she has slept in her crib for nearly all of the past several nights. The exception has been when Jeramy was handling late night feedings and wake-ups and Jillian was uncooperative about going back to sleep. Let's just say he lacks my persistence when sleep deprived. I'm about to pack up the swing to help him avoid the easy out, but I wouldn't put it past him to dig a swing out of the rafters of the garage at 3am.
Well I lack the ambition to figure out how to conclude this post, so you get pictures instead.
She can bend down to reach for toys too. Her stability and range of motion has me worried about early mobility.