A good friend of mine texted me today to tell me her son had christened the potty for the first time. I hasten to add her that she was also texting to say hi and wasn’t just regaling me with more poo stories. However, whilst remaining proud of her adorable little lad for firmly ‘dropping…
feeding time at the zoo
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…