Noah has what I call a "happy bottle" at least once a day. He gnaws and sucks and talks and relishes in the goodness of his bottle. It's pretty darn cute (most days). The only time I don't like the happy bottle is when I know he needs to be eating more whether because of a nap or because we have an outing by the time his next feeding comes around. The happy bottle is usually only half drunk.
I still love the bonding time we have even during these feedings. Can't blame a kid for enjoying his food!