We started our first week of 50% leave each this week, Mrs VL went back to work on Monday, leaving me and FBS up to our own devices. Today, after three days at home this week, I'm writing this from the KLM lounge in Amsterdam, on my way towards 2 weeks in the middle eastern heat. So much for 50%, we'll make up for it when I get back.
An important part of keeping the little guy in good form is, oddly enough, getting the right amount of food in at the right times. Not having food on tap, this provides a certain challenge! Almost since birth, we have applied a policy of not letting more than a day go by without giving him a feed from the bottle. Mrs Vl has pumped dedicatedly and we have a stash in the freezer.
Not long before D-Day, our first day alone, FBS became increasing and worryingly difficult with the bottle. Fortunately, we've found the problem. It seems he's as determined and decided as his Mum and Dad put together. The answer was simple, he was going to "feed himself" from now on. He needs a fair bit of guidance, but he holds the bottle, often manages to position the teat in his mouth, and if he's hungry manages to hold it in one position once he gets milk out.
We've had no problems since, as long as he feels he's in control, everything is well.
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Ah, yes, the paternal lineage. The main family trait (among the males only, strangely enough) is the neccessity of being fed at regular intervals. Otherwise said male is about as friendly, cooperative and helpful as a bear just woken rudely from its slumbers... The need for self-control is also a strong indicator of paternal genetic inheritance - just point him in the right direction and let him get on with it...
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