We went on our holidays. Again! This time we kept it local (reasonably) and went to West Cork. We stayed in a gorgeous cosy holiday home which belongs to the family of a friend of mine. We did a mixture of eating in & cafes & restaurants. However the presiding memory of Dominic for the week, was the ever present plaintive cry of “sack, sack, sack” (snack).
Raisins, grapes, sawbrees (strawberries), organix cheese n herb puffs/carrot sticks and the new top favourite: Ella’s Kitchen Smoothie Fruit pouches. We did a big shop on the way to the house, and as I threw treat after treat into the trolley for grown ups (cake, wine, crisps, assorted fancy things that don’t feature in our weekly shop usually) I thought Dominic could do with a treat too. They were only 85c each so what the hell. We deployed these mostly when the parents wanted a treat too. A big creamy pint of Murphy’s shaped treat. Trouble was he sucked them back in about 20 seconds, and then harangued us for more and more and cue 2 desperate parents mere sips into their ale trying to get last drops squeezed out for de child.
Everything was done for convenience this week. Dinners for Dominic were simple frittatas, pasta & fresh pesto, potato cake from leftover mash, bits of our grub when out.
He seesawed & swung for Ireland, met donkeys out on long walks, splashed around the beach in his new wetgear, played with the neigbours doggie, crossed the new bridge at Mizen Head, and fed the local duckies (mostly fed himself while watching us feed them). And with that much fresh sea air, his appetite wasn’t lacking.
We’re trying to get into snack control though! He’s starting in the morning with a few dry shreddies, that’s before he heads to creche and eats 2 weetabix there. Then this evening he had leftovers for his dinner, then a kiwi, then I made parental dinner after I came in from work, at which point he sat between us begging like a puppy from our forks. After that? “Snack?” I wouldn’t mind but his 12-18 month pants are still falling off his skinny bum!