July 25, 2017: I’m almost two and a half years old. I’m wise beyond my years and very independent, but there’s one thing I haven’t wanted to do by myself yet…hold my bottle. Daddy started a countdown for me a few weeks ago. He said if I didn’t hold the bottle myself, I would have to give up the bottle. Giving up the bottle would be even worse  so this evening I gave in and held my bottle. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I still got to cuddle daddy. Meanwhile, Fin kicks back with her feet up while everyone does her bidding. The double-standards around here are laughable.