Annika had her first bottle last night. It went well, I guess. She drank about 1 ounce before declaring loud and clear that she had had enough. The look on her face though when Kris brought that bottle of milk to her was absolutely priceless. It was a "what the hell" kind of look. She knew better. Dad does not have milk. Mom does. What is Dad doing with milk? And what is this silicone nipple thing? At first she tried to drink from the bottle as if it was a breast. I think she got the hang of the bottle though because she drank for a bit from it like a champ. Before she screamed and cried that is. Me, I cried too. It was so hard watching her drink from a bottle. I don't know why. I mean, my brain knows she has to do this so that I can go back to work or so Kris and I could go out to dinner without her. But my heart. Oh, my heart just absolutely broke. Kris said I was blubbering. Of course, he said it in a concerned, loving way. It was more like, "Honey, are you OK? What's wrong? You're blubbering." I don't know if it was fear that she would never want to come back to me and the breast or if it was her losing some of her dependence on me or what. My mom warned me that this is just a taste of what going back to work will be like. Oy. Of course, I took pictures. I'll post those in a couple days. Now, if you have't done so already - go vote! I did. :)