Behold. The latest for environmentally conscious parents.
The Beco feeding set, from Beco Things.
I’d never heard of this brand until they got in touch to introduce themselves. I have to say, I was a bit sceptical at first. I mean, I know it’s trendy to be environmentally aware and all, but aren’t eco potties and plates taking it a bit far? Continue reading
This time last year I was starting to think about weaning. I read a few books and about a million articles online and decided, in a rather New Age way, to try out Baby-led Weaning.
This isn’t a post about Baby-led Weaning.
No, what I would like to talk about is all those mothers who don’t have the luxury of obsessing over whether their baby will be puree fed or go straight to solids. Those mums who can’t worry if it’s too soon to introduce a bread stick or whether all pear should be peeled, because they’re more worried about when they will next be able to feed their child, let alone what that food will actually be.
I have laughed about how messy Frog’s journey with food has been. I’ve celebrated her ability to eat (and throw) everything. I’ve sat proudly while she’s cleared her plate at a restuarant and I’ve worried fruitlessly about when she’ll get any good at using a knife and fork.
But all that’s inconsequential really. She’s always had food. She’s never gone hungry. She doesn’t even know what hungry feels like. Continue reading
This week has been difficult and wonderful.
Difficult, because Frog has chicken pox and hasn’t been particularly happy about it. And wonderful, because it’s back to school time which means the (self-proclaimed) Northern Love Machine and I swap roles again, with him going out to do his teacher job and me staying at home. Yes it’s back to the juggling of writing while Frog sleeps (which hasn’t been much this week), but at least I actually get to see her, which is a definite bonus.
The chicken pox has put my usually greedy daughter well and truly off her food. She’s even been turning her nose up at the usual favourites of banana and spaghetti bolognaise (not together – that would just be weird).
But the same can’t be said for biscuits. Continue reading
It looks like the love affair is over.
My boob-loving daughter has, after a few false starts, entirely given up the boob. I know, I know. Get a grip and all that.
The thing is, this hasn’t exactly been out of the blue. First of all I whinged on about feeling rejected when she seemed to hate the boobs (it was the teeth – her teeth, I mean, not teeth on my boobs. That would just be weird). Then I moaned when she was all about the breastfeeding again. I wanted to wear pretty dresses and under-wired bras, see. Continue reading
I’ll keep this simple: I have free stuff.
Those lovely people at HiPP Organic are offering three Weaning Starter Packs to three lucky winners of this competition.
It’s no secret my fiercely independent child refused to be spoon-fed, hence we went down the Baby-led Weaning route. That said, she’s enjoyed the occasional fruit puree spread on a piece of toast and absolutely loves the HiPP rice cakes. So I can thoroughly recommend the HiPP products, Baby-led Weaning or not. Continue reading
There’s only so much you can say about weaning.
It’s messy, time-consuming and, to be honest, a bit of a ball-ache. Life is far easier when they only consume milk.
That said, we’ve also had quite a bit of fun with the whole food thing so far. I enjoy finding ever more random combinations of ingredients to offer Frog, and find myself constantly taking photos of her covered in tasty morsels of said combinations.
Due to the
stubborn independent nature of my child, we went down the baby-led weaning route. I know this isn’t for everyone. Whatever. It worked for us, for many reasons.
I’m over at Childcare Is Fun today, blabbing on about the whole thing. It may be worth a look if you’re starting to think about weaning your baby, or want to see photographic evidence of the afore mentioned mess. Once again, the photos are taken by Caroline Gue. She’s good like that.
My baby hates my boobs.
It hasn’t always been this way. No, she used to love them. Like, really love them. She was attached to my nipples like a limpet to a rock, at least every two hours. She woke every few hours in the night and literally stuffed my boob in her mouth. She just couldn’t get enough of me. And I whinged. I bellyached and whined and moaned. If only she’d take a bottle, then we could have a night out, I’ll never be able to leave her!
But now she hasn’t the slightest bit of interest in them. Now that real food’s on the table, she’s happy for a quick munch from me first thing in the morning and last thing before bed. But that’s all. And I can’t help but feel a little rejected.
Don’t get me wrong, I am pleased. It means she’s actually worked out proper food can fill her up and is now (fingers crossed) sleeping longer at night. But I’ve always been a “grass is greener” sort of girl and I just can’t help thinking…oh, right, that’s it then.
I did try to reignite the flame, so to speak. I waggled my nipple around for a good ten minutes at one point but ended up poking her in the eye with it. I’ve now grown sick of the withering looks she gives me, as if to say don’t come near me with those things. So I’ve stopped trying.
I’m trying not to take it personally, but it’s hard. For the last eight months, she’s the only one who’s shown any interest in them. The (self proclaimed) Northern Love Machine won’t go near them for fear of being squirted in the eye with milk. And they’ve never been the type of boobs to attract attention in the first place (apart from when I flashed to the entire village but that was a one-off). So I suppose the boobs were enjoying their time in the limelight while it lasted.
Oh well. At least Arthur still loves me. In fact, he loves me “more than peas and doors” apparently. There you go, I may have rubbish boobs but I’m still better than a small vegetable. Not brocolli though. Nothing beats the brocolli.
I'll take brocolli over boob any day...