Well, Sunday, May 30, was my last time feeding Pancakes his nightly bottle of milk. He's weaned now and eating grain and hay like the rest of the babies, but even though he's healthy and happy it makes me a little sad. I'll miss his adoring caramel browns staring up at me adoringly while he siphons down his dinner. Sure, he's still a cuddly bundle of fun, but now he's a growing up cuddly bundle of fun. He's been my "kid" and I keep wanting to sneak him milk behind Mom's back. Shhhh! Nobody tell her!
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