The Lamb was beautifully pink and juicy, the parnips were perfectly roasted, the carrots were sweet with honey and the gravy, ohhhh the gravy...
Mama's roast dinner, a perfect opportunity for Florence to sample parnips, carrots, lamb and roast potatoes. I roasted the carrots and the parsnips as advised by hananabanana on her baby centre blog- lightest spray of oil and pop in the oven, keeps them in one piece better than steaming or boiling- and gave Florence a nice large piece of lamb and a crunchy roast potato too. The carrots were quickly discarded ( didnt quite cut them large enough; they shrink when roasted) and the potato was scattered by the amazing wind screen wiper action arm (wax on, wax off). The lamb had a good old gumming but Florence began a love affair with parsnip which lasted at least twenty minutes or so. She just couldn't get enough. What a lovely couple they made.
Also found glorious evidence of Florence actually consumming what she has been playing with since last week; Her nappy demonstrated the delights of brocolli branches, kiwi pips and one lone raisin- must have been the raisin toast I let her chew on early one morning- NAUGHTY Mummy, NO RAISINS!!!
Florence led weaning...
I cant remember quite when or where I first heard about BLW but after reading up on the approach, I decided that BLW was for me, and truly plumpscious of course!
During my pregnancy with Florence I discovered MUCH had changed, sometimes a little radically and at times what seemed a little ridiculously, from when I had carried and reared my two other children. Suddenly there were hundreds of 'must have' little gadgets that it appeared I simply couldn't live without (nor could my as yet unborn child), even though I had done so before. Conversely, so many things were no longer available or deemed safe that my other two had adored or I had indeed found indispensible. Along with the new toys and gadgets I found many of the rules of baby rearing had changed too, most noticibly the guidelines surrounding weaning.
After the arrival of Florence, I found my ears ringing with the many, MANY different opinions on baby weaning and as such found myself searching out the rationale behind the 'guidelines'. It was here I must have stumbled across BLW.
So after devouring all the literature I could find (not a lot-see my links) I decided that BLW was the way to go.
Wish me luck...
During my pregnancy with Florence I discovered MUCH had changed, sometimes a little radically and at times what seemed a little ridiculously, from when I had carried and reared my two other children. Suddenly there were hundreds of 'must have' little gadgets that it appeared I simply couldn't live without (nor could my as yet unborn child), even though I had done so before. Conversely, so many things were no longer available or deemed safe that my other two had adored or I had indeed found indispensible. Along with the new toys and gadgets I found many of the rules of baby rearing had changed too, most noticibly the guidelines surrounding weaning.
After the arrival of Florence, I found my ears ringing with the many, MANY different opinions on baby weaning and as such found myself searching out the rationale behind the 'guidelines'. It was here I must have stumbled across BLW.
So after devouring all the literature I could find (not a lot-see my links) I decided that BLW was the way to go.
Wish me luck...
Monday, 26 November 2007
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