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...


Tuesday, 20 November 2007

Wasn't going to start this soon but...

Florence turned 20 weeks old today and although she has been exploring food already, pain au chocolat and bagette in France at 17 weeks (can literally hear HV sharp intake of breath), and has been showing a keen interest in what goes in and out of Mama and Papa's mouths I had decided that we, Florence and I, were quite happy with just BF and were not going to offically try BLW or any other weaning for that matter, till at least five and a half months. However during a trip out to lunch with Nannie all that changed. On the arrival of Nannie's and Mummy's food Florence decided she was extremely annoyed at the two of us happily munching away. She proceeded to scream angrily until we gave her some food of her own. Initially we were shocked at her cries and both Nannie and I tried all we could to pacify her. To no avail these feeble attempts were to be. However on presentation of a baton shaped piece of pepper (an omen?), a thick slice of cucumber and a juicy red quarter of a tomato, Florence regained her composure, smiled angelically and sucked, munched and gurned her way through the rest of the meal...peace at last. And so at 20 weeks Florence takes her first steps in the unchartered realms of BLW...

until dinnertime then...
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