Mission accomplished.

Later that night Tate could hold his bottle all by himself. Not all that complicated but pretty impressive considering he rarely even gets one. (That's why he gets his own post.) He did get quiet a few bottles when I was sick because of all the medication I was taking and me not feeling so well. Don't worry he's getting the good stuff again. I just had to pump out all the bad. I gave him a bottle Saturday night so I didn't have to excuse myself or make anyone feel uncomfortable. I'm sure it would have been okay we are pretty good with a blanket. But you know just in case. I did pay for it early the next morning. Anyways, him being able to hold his own bottle is a new found freedom for me. I have been contemplating just giving him one a day. Just for a break or when we are out. Yeah for Tate!!!