Lincoln is nearly the perfect baby. He wakes up happy, although earlier than the adults would like. He likes people. He's happy around them and he loves to be with his siblings. We have no jealousy issues. He also likes to play by himself. He's quite content to ransack the bookshelves, redistribute the kitchen plastic ware throughout the main floor, or empty the toy shelf. He keeps busy without constant adult attention. (Is this a good thing?!) He walks and he's not a year old. He has an impressive vocabulary for an 11th month old. He's very adroit (for his age!) with balls. He's cute as a button. He's nearly perfect.
My problem with Lincoln is that he HATES being held in your arms or on your lap if he's on his back. This doesn't sound like a big deal, but you try and give a baby a bottle in any other position. It's hard work. Kara stands over the crib and feeds him his bottle as he drifts off to sleep. (She does not leave the bottle in the crib with him or allow him to sleep with it draining into his mouth or over the crib sheets.) She says he can hold it himself, but I haven't gotten him to yet, so I have to stand leaning over the crib getting a back ache while he blissfully drains his bottle. Why can't he be a normal baby and just let me feed him while he's lying in my arms?! (He's teething and it makes him harder to feed. When he isn't teething he's a wonderful eater and skipped bottles are no big deal.)
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