"Where is my dinner?!"
Since Thea got here we have not had to make a single bottle for Gwen. Twice a day, Thea jumps right up on the milk stand and chows down while Gwen gets to nurse her fill. Once Gwen's belly is full, she hops down and staggers around in a state we like to call 'milk drunk.' Lately, Gwen has taken up the oh so endearing habit of wiping her slimy milk mustache face on my rear end while I finish milking out Thea.