Baby led weaning – well what a cracking concept that is. Touted by many as the lazy mothers route to feeding their baby solids. Just in case you don’t have the foggiest of what I am bleating on about let me quickly explain. Baby led weaning or BLW as us cool kids call it basically means chucking a lamb chop and a few chip shaped veggies in front of your child and letting them at it. To puree food is to show weakness to your child, to use a spoon is unforgivable. Bring out the choking hazards and let baby eat what baby wants and mother should be content with that.
So I am all about the lazy, the memory of pureeing up food for Twin boy and girl still causes me to shudder. Valuable hours of my life were wasted on a love affair with my food processor. Lovingly removing strands from sweet potatoes, coaxing sloppy pureed pear into perfect ice cube shapes, sterilising said ice cube trays so the twins could never blame me for their snotty noses. Although they were formula fed so I suppose it was my fault initially!
So bb gets to eat grown up food, she can gum her way through pretty much anything from roast beef to tuna sandwiches, she laughs when I put a spoon near her choosing to bat it away preferring to immerse her whole body in whatever is put on the high chair.
But whoever said this way of feeding was for the lazy mother is clearly a fool, or a rich person with a maid. In one meal alone bb can repaint the dining room in pasta sauce, I now have broccoli splattered walls contrasted with a shepherd pie mottled floor. Bibs prove ineffectual against the extreme messiness of meal times and I now prefer to feed bb wearing only my underwear to ensure that less time is spent bonding with the washing machine. There are size zero models that could increase to a size ten just from looking at the waste that is left every mealtime and whereas I used to spend hours boiling and mushing up food into smooth pastes I now spend it with my arse in the air and my hands on the floor bleaching and washing every surface and floor tile.
The high chair is never clean unless I ‘forget’ to put it away and leave it with the dog’s tongue for some special alone time. But even then I have to recover it with a fine layer of Dettol – as even I have minimum hygiene standards that must be adhered to.
I have noticed that my invitations for lunch have dried right up since bb started eating grub, probably not helped by the fact that she adores re decorating other people’s houses more than her own.
But still what baby wants baby gets and it seems my baby wants real grown up food!