A poem based on my experience of weaning Baby Gubbins onto solid food (and my excuse ever since) … More Weaning, with Cake
If you are looking for evidence to dispute the theory of evolution, then you need look no further than the human baby. On the 21st May, Baby G’s little arms and legs synchronised their movements just enough to enable him to crawl a few paces. Since that day, he has been on a mission of … More Survival of the Fittest?
For any parent who has had the unfortunate experience of singing mindless nursery rhymes to try and calm a bored child, you may recognise the paraphrasing of the popular “10 Green Bottles” lyrical masterpiece. This actually describes the state of our house this week. I have been lucky enough to be able to breastfeed … More 10 Milk Bottles Hanging Round the House…
Today was a milestone day for us. Gubbins embarked on his weaning journey. To say that I have a plan, or that I even have any idea of what I am doing would be a lie. The trigger is that G has dropped a percentile on the growth chart and is refusing to take a … More Sweet, Sweet Potato