the day has finally come, and I caught her in action, feeding herself. We were at work, I made her the bottle, I had stuff that I just HAD to get done so I put the bottle in front of her so she could reach it. I figured she' d play with it for a minute and then get sick of me not feeding it TO her that she'd bring it to me, or at least crawl to me and look sadly in the direction of her beloved bottle.
Not even 5 minutes had gone by and I turn around to find an empty bottle lying on the ground, a baby girl playing with her little farm toys, and quite possibly the best milk mustache I've ever laid eyes on.
gosh I love this girl.