Bliss.

This is bliss, my friends. Bliss for the whole family. Brooke Mary is happy as a clam, bottle in the mouth & Elmo on the TV. Mama is happy as a clam, no bottle in my hands and 10 free minutes to be productive.

Let me reiterate the fact that I had no bottle in my hands. Somebody fed herself her bottle this afternoon. This is huge, kids. Huge. Normally she wants no part of holding it. When I try to get her to hold it, she looks up at me and is all "Woman, this is YOUR job."

Somebody's growing up.