back to school weather

Mama is very happy this week.  She is going to bootcamp as much as possible and I like that because I get to play with my friends, especially Rían.  But sometimes when we’re out playing on our rugs, all my friends move away from me.  I don’t know how they do it, sometimes I fall over onto my front when I’m sitting up and I kick my leggies but I can’t move and I screech til Mama picks me up. Mama calls it crawling, and keeps telling everyone that my playroom is a death trap and all the things she’ll have to fix up when I can do it.  Except she keeps calling it the living room, I’ll have to correct her when I can talk. That’s a long way off.

Anyway the lovely sunny days are great for eating outside.  I can eat anywhere, just put me in a good chair and give me one of my special bowls and away I go.  This was me a couple of weeks ago.  I ignored the sun and the cats and everything while I had a good look at my parsnip.  And then I ate it up.

– Dom

fistfuls of fud

At the start Dom experimented with picking up food himself. Pieces of mango & avocado shot sloppily through his tightly closed fist. Long soldiers of toast stuck out the bottom end of his paw while he tried in vain to eat the the 2mm that stuck out at the top end. Then, over time, he’s learned that different types of food require different amounts of pressure to hold them properly, and how to use one hand to guide the other towards his mouth. I was puzzled for a bit about how to get him to eat mushy food, and one good way is to use other foods as dippers – conduits for the good stuff. So, sticks of pitta with huge chunks of hummous/mashed banana/avocado on them help, but there’s always the fear that he will just nom on carbs happily til the cows come home.
The pre-loaded spoon works well, but as soon as he’s decided he’s done, the spoon gets de-loaded all over the place, and the spoon often ends up in the cats’ bed.  Recently, as seen with the lentil bolognaise he’s become quite adept at just picking up soft food and getting it in there.

Last night we had a creamy leek pasta for dinner. We (ahem, actually Mark made this) did use salted butter, but we added no more salt – well, I did, at the table – and only a tiny bit of parmesan. We also used wholewheat fusilli. I know you’re not supposed to use added salt in under ones food, but given I know exactly what he eats and the lack of processed food in his diet I’m really not worried about the tiny bit of salt that he does consume.

Apart from one incident when early on Dom picked up the plate & dropped it all on the ground it was a good new food experience. Luckily we tend to make big dinners with plenty for seconds. I love leek as an ingredient but of course, creamy buttery cheesy sauce pretty much makes everything tasty.

It turns out, even slippery strands of leek can be coaxed out between the fingers of a clenched fist.
Though, it does kinda look like he might be practising a bit of pincer gripping with his index finger & thumb under there. I’ll admit I am a little scared of encouraging the pincer grip, I’m guessing its going to bring a whole new bout of gagging as he tries smaller firmer foods. That’s for another day, or month, though.


my favourite breakfast

it used to go on the floor,

sure it used to go everywhere,

but now i can aim toward my mouth 

the furthest it gets is my hair.


my favorite brekkie is porridge

my mama makes it for me,

i wasn’t very sure at the start

but with berries it’s luvverly.

-a pome by dom

hello there!

mama says lots of new people are watching what i eat now and that i’d better be good and eat all my grub. well i’ll show her sure isn’t baby led weaning all about me eating ‘zactly what i like and leaving fud if i don’t want to finish it?

silly mama…

– dom

New tastes. Mama a bit sad.

3 cheers for other BLW’s.  Dom had some of his beloved (well he loved it that once) pasta-with-courgette-sauce-and-spinach-balls for lunch there and happily wolfed it again.  Excuse his hair, it looks like I’ve just taken his rollers out.  He’s a fluffy headed child no doubt about it.

The recipes on the offical Baby Led Weaning forum are great.  I’ve thought sometimes when I’ve read them, hmm, how on earth is he going to eat that. And then he shows me:  Mama, what are hands made for!?

It’s the bolognaise part of this lentil lasagne recipe. So good for all of us – lentils & kidney beans for protein, spinach for iron, and all the rest of the lovely tastes – onion, tomato, herbs.  Was delighted with myself for offering this up in nutrition terms, and it was a parental team effort too.  Bonus is the recipe made enough for 4 adult dinners, 4 baby dinners and a batch to freeze to make the actual lasagne from!  It’s oranginess meant an early bath for Dom.

Now, the hard part.  Most people know I’m vegetarian for the last 15 years.  In fact by this Christmas I’ll have spent more time being veggie than not being veggie.  No meat, fish, jellies or marshmallows (keep meaning to buy such sweet treats here at sweet and sara or here at scrumptious sweets Or if anyone wants to do that for me, that’d be fine too.)  Anyway, we’re a Percy Pig free house, in every sense.  However, I’ve never forced veggieness on anyone, as husbag is oft reminded when he moans about veggie cooking being too hard to make interesting etc etc.  We had 5 years of discussing whether we’d bring up our  hypothetical child as a vegetarian.  Now that child is a reality-child, I chose not to fight that battle.  He will hopefully, like his mama did, see sense & become vegetarian.  And I will buy him Thats Why We Don’t Eat Animals, so that he has a balanced viewpoint.

We were at a friends house this weekend eating an outdoor buffet lunch.  Such is the sophistication of the baby led weaning baby, and the laziness of its parents that it can partake in the adult food also.  Brown bread & hummous! yay!  Cheese! yay! cucumber & tomato from the salad! yay!  chicken…oh, wait.  He had some chicken.  He fairly nommed it too.  So I held up my hands, and offered full rein to the da over Dom’s meaty-eatin’ ways.  Last night, a chicken roasted in our oven.  This has never happened in any oven of mine.

And this evening, together, father & son partook in some chicken salad together. Dom ate some in what can only be described as iceberg style.  95% in his cheeks, 5% sticking out.  His 3 teeth did their best, but the chicken won this time and had to be pulled out.  I handed over some tomato and it was squished and sucked and taken out and put back in and whimpered for.

All is not lost my child, all is not lost.


food under one is just for fun

It’s hard this BLW lark sometimes.  It’s hard not falling in with the most common approach to things even if your way seems like it should be easier.  So when I read forums full of “what does your 6/7 month old eat?” style threads I curse myself.  Because there’s days when I wish I could say he has:

  • 7oz bottle
  • porridge
  • 3 cubes of veg & protein
  • 8oz bottle
  • etc etc

Because I really don’t know if he gets the right amount – if I “let” him BF too often, or if his diet is varied enough.  I mean, I know there’s no such thing as breastfeeding too much, but when he’s teething or just generally antsy it’s the easiest option for comfort for him.  And  because I’m not spoonfeeding him, if he doesn’t want food, I really can’t just shove it in there.  I don’t want to though, don’t get me wrong.  Somedays you just don’t feel like tucking in (hmm, I don’t have those days actually), but I suppose when your face hurts quite often you would be put off.   If I could grow the teeth for him I would.  One of his front top teeth has broken through and its partner is on its way.  Am looking forward to cute toothypeg photos very soon!

Pear, aubergine (grilled with some olive oil) and a go of a stir fry have been new tastes this past week.  The stir fry included fennel, tofu & buckwheat noodles.  Sure lots of 30 year olds haven’t eaten that.  And he’s developing quite a taste for porridge too (hah – his dad, defied!).  I thought i’d completely messed it up the other day – it was stodgy and the berries were half defrosted.  Mean mama that I am, I presented it to him anyway, and he wolfed it down!  Love of natural yogurt continues apace – with mashed banana mixed in, or on its own.  I’m particularly proud of this, because I can happily finish his food – I don’t think i’d be quite so pleased polishing off half eaten Petit Filous – though doubtless I would.   Another breakfast favourite I’ve scored 2 for 2 on is american style pancakes.  Thats strictly a weekend option though.

I guess the best thing to do is just not compare to 3-meals-a-day spoonfed babas.  We have a healthy diet in general, so he must too.  (I say that just after I’ve eaten 1000 mini Daims this past week – curses on you ikea!)  He was eyeing me up drinking a bottle of Diet Coke on our walk earlier though.  One disadvantage of BLW is that they do seem to notice exactly what you’re consuming as they often have the same off your plate.  Thank the gods for Organix, their little rice cakes divert his attention nicely.

Now, I’m off to repeat my mantra, the cry of the baby led weaner: food under one is just for fun