Well young Dominic is flying. He’s settling in in creche, he’s about to crawl forward any second now, and, he’s eating so well! The girls in creche seem concerned sometimes that he only eats a bit of his dinner – like 3 or 4 spoons, but to be honest, I don’t care and it’s taken me a while to get to that point. But he’s eating really well at home at the moment, and seems generally quite pleased with his little self. His nose is running like a tap, and he’s a bit constipated, but we can overcome these things. I don’t think there’s any demand for a poo related post on here. (But i’ve lots to say on the matter if anyone’s interested!)
So yeah, in his spoon-fed life, he seems to reject beefy things & lap up veg stew & chicken stews. Last weekend, Mark made another Annabel Karmel recipe – chicken & apple balls.
The menfolk were very pleased with them, me not so much. I think I had toast for my dinner in a bit of a sulk.
In a non-gross note (related to earlier reference to bunged up bum), he’s started eating pears like they’re going out of fashion. Someone told me apple puree isn’t great for such things and to try pears instead. He likes to eat them from the skinny top bit down rather than round the fat bit. Weirdo.
The big bite out of the side was me ‘starting it off’.