I have an Aunt Estelle whose husband sang the song "Blue Heaven" to her so often after they adopted their daughter that she actually became, and still goes by, Mollie to this day. And she's in her 90s.

I almost didn't notice the cotted infant and when I did, the size of its hands took me aback. Looks like he/she could have held the bottle with no trouble if so inclined. I used to prop my littles up with their bottle in the same way, if only to feel for a moment as though I had two hands to use for something other than child care. At any rate Molly looks supremely content, and Me looks pretty pleased too. All hopes that they enjoyed a blissful life together.