I surprised Mummy this weekend by feeding myself. Yay! Finally, I did it! Yes, that means I held on to my own milk bottle and fed myself. Mummy was so proud of me, kept smiling and looking at me while I drank my milk and she also kept asking Daddy to watch me. Guess what, I even knew how to tilt the bottle when the milk was almost finishing.
Oh, another update. I have learnt how to use the word "milk". Whenever I crave for milk, I will walk to the kitchen, point to my tin of milk (I drink similac, just in case you are interested to know) and say "milk, milk".
Actually, Mummy and Daddy think I am addicted to milk these days. Even before the feeding time, I will "cry" for milk. I have been having quite a good appetitie these days. Let me share with you my intake of food for just this Sunday.
9.30am : Drank almost 150ml of diluted barley water (yes, I fed myself).
10.30am : I asked for milk and was given 180ml....
11.30am: Drink a bit more barley and ate some biscuits
12.30am: I was fed mashed pumpkin.
1.50pm: Asked for milk and Mummy thought I was not serious, but I surprised her by finishing the bottle of 180ml of milk.
3pm: Asked for milk (again?!!) but Mummy said "No" to me this time. Instead, she shared a bit of her bread with me. On top of it, gave me a piece of wafer biscuits.
It's no wonder I have developed a little paunch. Ah well, the adults actually thought it is cute.
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