Sunday... Mom's making a one-day run to NJ to scope a client's new home for a container plan, which leaves NoraBear squarely in the hands of Dad. My folks are visiting, not to babysit Nora - that's my job. No, they'll be here to babysit me, I figure.
First success of the day - waking up, warming up a bottle, and draining that sucker. Phew. A satisfied milk-drunk... see how long that holds up.
More later.