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, 11 March 2008

Blueberries, burritoes and sprouts

The indigo orbs lay still on the table. A chubby finger pointed at one. Suddenly a plump fleshy fist scooped the fruit up and squashed it mercilessly into the dark gaping hole that was Florence's mouth...

Blueberries. We cannot get enough of them. I'm seriously getting concerned she will end up looking like Violet from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory film, after eating the experimental chewing gum.Oh well at least they're good for her, five a day and all that.

Spouts. Steamed, eaten whole and also adored. Nice nappies too afterwards...

Burritoes. Not strictly baby food but eating what the whole family at. Besides it was all home made so I know there was no added salt etc.

News flash. We dont like mashed potatoes. Actually extremely ironic for Papa as big sister bella doesnt either and never has. Papa insisted that Bella eats them and is happy to rant on about how picky children are a result of weak, indulgent parents etc. So it's more than satisfying to see papa's little angel has decided all by herself at eight months she doesn't like it too. Ha. Bloody know-it-all Daddy.
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