Went deep with the Grateful Dead at Nora’s 1pm feed.
It can’t always be Joshua Bell up in our house. Gotta teach this girl ALL the classics.
It reminded me of running around Eagle Heights with Nicole and Sarah. I regaled Nora with stories of mommy’s childhood hijinx!
Jerry’s voice lulled her into an almost comatosed state — she just pulled and pulled on her bottle until she was milk drunk. I was a wee bit concerned the feed might end in projectile vomiting. Ya know — much like a Dead concert — it can go either way! Thankfully she was super mellow and just jammed to the music on her play mat.
She doesn’t come with an instruction booklet, so I just do what feels right. Today, this felt right and, miraculously, it worked. She’s having a good day!