The Baby Bottles of Time

This time is passing too quickly already. Our baby is now four months old. She is sooooooo cute!

And eating like a horse, mind you!

So, enough of this already...

Well, really it looks more like this, unless all the bottles are dirty:

And on to something better. Who says baby bottles can't done up fancy? I've decided. If they must be on my counter within immediate reach (she gets hungry ... and often), then why can't it look a bit more presentable?

A wave of the wand that I borrowed for the day...

Okay, so it took me all afternoon, between feedings and those resulting diaper changes. Did I mention those? They happen a lot too... 

The baking dish is turned into a silver tray that I found underneath the buffet we purchased when we bought the house and moved in. I like to think the wonderful old southern belle who lived here tucked it away there just for me - with her daughters, that was the only way she could give it to me I'm sure! 

My hospital water jug (full of bad labor memories and counting ounces choked down each hour) no longer holds enough boiled water for our hungry girl, so in comes the Pampered Chef pitcher (minus stir stick plunger thingy).

A matching glass three tray set from a thrift store somewhere finally gets put to good use. A small baking dish with mismatched lid is for the formula and another spouted glass piece with stopper that I inherited from my mom holds the cereal. The doily is one I have had since my childhood.

There you have it. Meals served on a silver platter.

She is daddy's princess after all...