I hate weaning; it’s not as bad as potty training but comes a close second. With the twins I remember is fishing out threads from sweet potato, knackering out not two but three food processors, and covering everything in yoghurt to ensure it went down. Hours of my life which I will never get back were spent puree-ing everything from butternut squash to pears.
The twins were weaned at four months, idiot that I was, this time I have been in no hurry to commence the throw food at you stage.
Baby Beautiful just hit six months; she seems hungry; it’s that time again
This time me and he who helped create them are taking a more relaxed approach to feeding time. (actually he who helped create them is all for feeding bb mush but he can’t be arsed to puree either so mummy rules!)
This is how it goes:
Prepare nutritious warming soup. well chuck a load of veg in a pan and add water and some herbs for a bit of kick
Simmer gently, get distracted doing something else and rush frantically back to kitchen when you remember
Mash it up into a lovely paste beat furiously as baby is hungry and own tummy is making animal noises
Place into child friendly bowl Well it is soup after all
victim baby in age appropriate chair – serious waste of cash here! should have just got a cheap one that attached to table and goes everywhere with you. The things you realise by baby number 3!
allow baby to feed herself whilst eating with her no yoghurt insight! I can multi-task – eat and take photos!
– take cover folks its going to be messy
“Hmmm looking good mummy”
“Bowl is not needed mummy, save on washing up! – you got a straw though – I’m not wonder baby”
“Mummy you a genius! who needs a straw when you have french bread – oh la la la”
Job done, let the hound clean the floor and nap time commence!
Its Spag bol tomorrow…….
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