It's about time I blogged about Harriet isn't it?
Well, moving house has put a bit of a spanner in the works as far as Harriet and her eating / sleeping habits go. It's been three weeks now and she still won't scoff down her food like she used to. I have been in the kitchen putting together some tasty dishes to try and tempt her palate. I made a delicious mango and rice puree and had to force and trick most of it into her mouth and then when there were only a couple of spoonfuls left she got a taste for it and was not happy when it ran out.
There's no pleasing some people.
(I have been so focused on Harriet's diet that I have neglected her dad's. I haven't seen him for a while and I think he may have wasted away to a stick and slipped down the back of the sofa.)
Anyhoo, Harriet needs more solid food now and because she's not eating enough she's woken in the night by a grumbling tummy. That means that I'm woken by a grumbling Harriet. New year's resolution number one is to handle sleep deprivation better. The sleep's not going to improve greatly in the near future so I have to stop whining and find a way to help myself through it. It's a shame really because whining is one of my strong suits.
Ask the stick.
I am trying to get a routine into Harriet's day to see if that helps her eat and sleep. That's resolution number two. I'm doing well with this one and it does seem to be paying off. I find that I flounder less now that I have a routine, and I thought it was all for Harriet!
I have so many balls in the air at the moment it is helpful that at certain times of the day I know where I'll be and what I'll be doing. It also makes it easier to keep tabs on whether I'm being a good mum or not.
We have set mealtimes, all taken at the table in her highchair. We are experimenting with different foods. The weirdest concoction I have made is banana and avocado, and that goes down well if it's heavy on the nana and light on the avocado. Today we're going to try something called "one pot chicken".
There's a set bath time too, which Harriet loves. She didn't have a daily bath before, but as it's something she thoroughly enjoys now we thought we'd up the frequency. She splashes about and has a great time rounding up her three yellow ducks. Today she was pounding on the side of the bath and shouting, "Attack! Attack! Attack!" (Add that to the epaulettes and the marching and you get a vivid and disturbing image of future possibilities.)
She also managed to pull herself up from sitting using the side of the bath. She didn't quite get to a standing position, but in her defence the bath was extremely slippery. I was hugely impressed. So was she. She slowly lowered herself down again and went back to her aggressive water slapping activities.
I know it's time to take Harriet out when there's more water on me than in the bath.
She's a real chuckler these days. I'd like to think it is because I'm hilariously entertaining, but I know that it's all down to her being a jolly little soul. She chatters a lot too. I was (force) feeding her the other day and I swear she asked for Womble hotpot. I pressed her further, to be sure I'd heard right, and she specified that she wanted it carpet flavoured. If I can give her what she asks for I may stand a better chance of getting her to eat.
So, how does one go about making a carpet flavoured Womble hotpot? I suppose you make it with onions, carrots, Wombles, and the things that the everyday folk leave behind.
And in this case, carpet.
My third and final resolution is to work on my posture. It's not too bad but I know that there's room for improvement. Bags of room. Harriet looks to me to see how to behave and how things are done. If I don't get to work straight away we'll have another slouching, frowning, mumbling grouch on our hands.
Happy New Year and thank you for reading my blog.
(I've just had a thought; are Wombles a protected species?)
Well, moving house has put a bit of a spanner in the works as far as Harriet and her eating / sleeping habits go. It's been three weeks now and she still won't scoff down her food like she used to. I have been in the kitchen putting together some tasty dishes to try and tempt her palate. I made a delicious mango and rice puree and had to force and trick most of it into her mouth and then when there were only a couple of spoonfuls left she got a taste for it and was not happy when it ran out.
There's no pleasing some people.
(I have been so focused on Harriet's diet that I have neglected her dad's. I haven't seen him for a while and I think he may have wasted away to a stick and slipped down the back of the sofa.)
Anyhoo, Harriet needs more solid food now and because she's not eating enough she's woken in the night by a grumbling tummy. That means that I'm woken by a grumbling Harriet. New year's resolution number one is to handle sleep deprivation better. The sleep's not going to improve greatly in the near future so I have to stop whining and find a way to help myself through it. It's a shame really because whining is one of my strong suits.
Ask the stick.
I am trying to get a routine into Harriet's day to see if that helps her eat and sleep. That's resolution number two. I'm doing well with this one and it does seem to be paying off. I find that I flounder less now that I have a routine, and I thought it was all for Harriet!
I have so many balls in the air at the moment it is helpful that at certain times of the day I know where I'll be and what I'll be doing. It also makes it easier to keep tabs on whether I'm being a good mum or not.
We have set mealtimes, all taken at the table in her highchair. We are experimenting with different foods. The weirdest concoction I have made is banana and avocado, and that goes down well if it's heavy on the nana and light on the avocado. Today we're going to try something called "one pot chicken".
There's a set bath time too, which Harriet loves. She didn't have a daily bath before, but as it's something she thoroughly enjoys now we thought we'd up the frequency. She splashes about and has a great time rounding up her three yellow ducks. Today she was pounding on the side of the bath and shouting, "Attack! Attack! Attack!" (Add that to the epaulettes and the marching and you get a vivid and disturbing image of future possibilities.)
She also managed to pull herself up from sitting using the side of the bath. She didn't quite get to a standing position, but in her defence the bath was extremely slippery. I was hugely impressed. So was she. She slowly lowered herself down again and went back to her aggressive water slapping activities.
I know it's time to take Harriet out when there's more water on me than in the bath.
She's a real chuckler these days. I'd like to think it is because I'm hilariously entertaining, but I know that it's all down to her being a jolly little soul. She chatters a lot too. I was (force) feeding her the other day and I swear she asked for Womble hotpot. I pressed her further, to be sure I'd heard right, and she specified that she wanted it carpet flavoured. If I can give her what she asks for I may stand a better chance of getting her to eat.
So, how does one go about making a carpet flavoured Womble hotpot? I suppose you make it with onions, carrots, Wombles, and the things that the everyday folk leave behind.
And in this case, carpet.
My third and final resolution is to work on my posture. It's not too bad but I know that there's room for improvement. Bags of room. Harriet looks to me to see how to behave and how things are done. If I don't get to work straight away we'll have another slouching, frowning, mumbling grouch on our hands.
Happy New Year and thank you for reading my blog.
(I've just had a thought; are Wombles a protected species?)
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