Mango yoghurt! Oh that makes more sense.
It's obvious really that Harriet was asking for mango yoghurt and not Womble hotpot! You can see how the two might sound similar when spoken by a seven-month-old baby. But what was I thinking?
Did I really think a child of mine would ask for something as ludicrous as Womble hotpot?
At this time of year?
I have worked like a slave through a list of foods that babies are able to eat from six months, making recipe after recipe trying to get Harriet back to eating solids. I had the lot met with a mix of disgust and indifference. I didn't make Womble hotpot obviously, but I did spend hours making the "one pot chicken" dish, which Harriet found interesting.
She studied me as she sampled it with a look of grave mistrust in her eyes.
After trying an impressive array of vegetables and fruits, pureed to perfection, I was exhausted, deflated, and thoroughly frustrated.
Harriet's dad stepped in, whipped up a bit of banana, yoghurt and flaked rice and our little munchkin gobbled it all up and made "yum-yum" noises all through the meal. (They plotted against me, I'm sure. I think it's their way of letting me know that I'm not indispensable.)Harriet has since gone on to form quite a mango yoghurt habit. We're weaning her onto strawberries and apricots, but the mango is the thing.
We still don't know exactly why Harriet went off her food, but what could be to blame are her two new teeth! She now has all four front pegs.
These new arrivals are also two more potential nails in the breastfeeding coffin, as she's still a bit too happy to nip the nip for my liking. With four little gnashers she could do permanent damage.
It's all go here at the moment as Harriet is making huge leaps, metaphorically speaking, towards self-propulsion. She spends a lot of time on her tummy and sometimes wriggles enough to move and sometimes gets herself on to all fours. She just needs to combine the two and she'll be off. She doesn't have the patience for it though. She wants to be on her feet and can pull herself up to standing now, but doesn't know what to do once she's there.
She has all the components; it's just a case of sitting down and having a good long think about it to piece it all together. Fat chance of that though, she's far too busy.
Anyway, must go. Harriet is climbing out of her playnest and writhing her way to the kitchen.
She knows it's a mango day.
Thank you and goodbye for now.
It's obvious really that Harriet was asking for mango yoghurt and not Womble hotpot! You can see how the two might sound similar when spoken by a seven-month-old baby. But what was I thinking?
Did I really think a child of mine would ask for something as ludicrous as Womble hotpot?
At this time of year?
I have worked like a slave through a list of foods that babies are able to eat from six months, making recipe after recipe trying to get Harriet back to eating solids. I had the lot met with a mix of disgust and indifference. I didn't make Womble hotpot obviously, but I did spend hours making the "one pot chicken" dish, which Harriet found interesting.
She studied me as she sampled it with a look of grave mistrust in her eyes.
After trying an impressive array of vegetables and fruits, pureed to perfection, I was exhausted, deflated, and thoroughly frustrated.
Harriet's dad stepped in, whipped up a bit of banana, yoghurt and flaked rice and our little munchkin gobbled it all up and made "yum-yum" noises all through the meal. (They plotted against me, I'm sure. I think it's their way of letting me know that I'm not indispensable.)Harriet has since gone on to form quite a mango yoghurt habit. We're weaning her onto strawberries and apricots, but the mango is the thing.
We still don't know exactly why Harriet went off her food, but what could be to blame are her two new teeth! She now has all four front pegs.
These new arrivals are also two more potential nails in the breastfeeding coffin, as she's still a bit too happy to nip the nip for my liking. With four little gnashers she could do permanent damage.
It's all go here at the moment as Harriet is making huge leaps, metaphorically speaking, towards self-propulsion. She spends a lot of time on her tummy and sometimes wriggles enough to move and sometimes gets herself on to all fours. She just needs to combine the two and she'll be off. She doesn't have the patience for it though. She wants to be on her feet and can pull herself up to standing now, but doesn't know what to do once she's there.
She has all the components; it's just a case of sitting down and having a good long think about it to piece it all together. Fat chance of that though, she's far too busy.
Anyway, must go. Harriet is climbing out of her playnest and writhing her way to the kitchen.
She knows it's a mango day.
Thank you and goodbye for now.
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