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Which do you prefer to give your baby, bottles or soppy cups? I personally love seeing my baby try to be a big boy and use the sippy cups.

Neither. Me want mommy boobies

Hehe thats a cute image, Candy! I usually prefer bottles, hearing a baby suckle on a bottle is so extra little and lovely. But I may have to try your idea

Defenitly bottles for me! Though I do need to try and start breast feeding some more because I feel that is the best way to bond with a baby.

I usually get bottles of baby formula fed to me.

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