A sticky situation…


It’s a bit tiring now the boy is on the move so much.  He is fascinated by cupboards and this has been an issue.  We don’t have any safety things to tie them together (…are you really surprised?) and sadly some of our cupboards aren’t technically attached to anything…

We had an incident at the weekend where a floor cabinet fell on the boy, luckily he wasn’t hurt (it was terrifyingly close) but shocked (chocolate buttons helped…) but it really did demonstrate how complacent we have been about the dangers of our half finished house.

We now have elastic bands round some of the door cupboards, but this won’t work with the single ones so I’m at a bit of a loss.  The doors have only been on a couple of months and I’m loathed to put holes in my new kitchen if I can avoid it.

The point of this story (no, seriously, cabinet falling on child wasn’t the point) is that when I came home from work today I was met by a delighted boy and a red cheeked Turk.  The story was that whilst the Turk was making a salad (dinner was in the oven – see my journey to having it all!) he had his back to the boy who promptly went into the breakfast cupboard (yes – it needs it’s own cupboard – if you haven’t read the post then don’t ask!) and feasted on the honey jar.

I can just imagine the look on the Turk’s face when he found the boy eating his stash!  He was licking it off the silicon stirrer / drizzler thing apparently and there’s honey EVERYWHERE!!! Including all over his sticky sticky face.  What is pretty impressive is that he got my ceramic honeypot out of the cupboard without dropping it – I totally know he can walk he just doesn’t do it when anyone is looking!


…if he gets his grubby paws on my nutella there’s going to be a fight…

A look back – 6 month mark


The six month mark (or half birthday as we called it) was pretty major!  It was when being a mum became enjoyable, but of course, as with every stage, it meant we met a new challenge…weaning.

Actually the weaning challenge started before this time and that’s what I really want to talk about…hunger and the guilt.

Weaning was different when I was a baby, at 4 months I was started on baby rice, then onto purees then finally, a long time later, onto tinned spaghetti and the like…then real food.

I chose to try BLW, which meant that before 6 months I was not giving the baby anything other than breast milk.  Jem always seemed hungry, I’d heard of growth spurts which could increase the amount of feeding, but he had always fed pretty much constantly since birth so I didn’t really notice the difference.  I did notice that when the other babies in our NCT group seemed to start settling into a routine and cutting back on feeds, that mine didn’t!

I didn’t feel this meant he wasn’t getting enough, he has never been a huge baby, and hasn’t gained a huge amount of weight but has maintained his place on the Health Visitor’s graph of guilt.

However, this was not enough to convince the generation above me…

Every time my mother saw us she would comment on how hungry he must be, and joke about him “starving”.

I do have a sense of humour…honestly…but it has been tested since having a baby.  Actually jokes like this made me really question whether I was doing the right thing.  Was he hungry?  Was I doing the wrong thing?

I got some support from a strange place, one of my friends has a child 2 years older than Jem.  My friend chose to exclusively formula feed and weaned onto baby rice pretty early.

“Your doing fine” she said, “he’s clearly not hungry and you’re doing the best thing for him”.  She was right and all I needed was this small piece of reassurance.  I have to accept that weaning was different 30 years ago and the concept of BLW was unknown and not understood by the generation above.  No matter who you are someone will try to give you advice, you may agree with it, you may not, but you don’t need to listen!

It does seem ironic that after all the worrying I did seem to create a food monster…

Does your baby lead weaning…?


Well weaning got off to a difficult start in our house, you may have read a previous post about the poo issues we had when away in Turkey, after several attempts at the Dr to fix this the only suggestions we stuck with were to try and get Jem to drink water.  Jem doesn’t drink water.  He only drinks breast milk.  I tried to reason with him, it didn’t work.  Anyway despite having read a friends BLW book from start to finish it became obvious that the only way to force him to ingest some extra fluids was to mix various foods with water in a puree and spoon feed him.

At the time I started weaning we were still squashed into our carpeted loft room with all our belongings.  Our beautiful new wooden highchair was given pride of place next to the sofa and we began the process.

Jem didn’t take to spoon feeding.  He did take to throwing his spoon and it’s contents on the floor and then rubbing any leftover puree into the crevices (of which there are many) on his highchair.  Not impressed.

Poo or no poo I decided that puree was not the way forward for us, and I reverted to large chunks of food, perhaps way beyond what was meant by BLW.  I was always told that BLW was far messier than puree, but when your baby is a food monster, like mine, it’s actually far easier.  From 6 months Jem has managed to devour whole pears, skin, seeds and all in a matter of seconds.  I treated it as somewhat of a party piece as people couldn’t believe it of such a tiny baby.

For the first couple of months he ate everything he could get his hands on (yes, including cat food, shoes and elastic bands…) and only after this he became more choosy.  Green vegetables are strictly off the menu at the moment, and whilst I of course want him to have a wide range of healthy food I don’t think that this is the age to have the argument (“food is for fun…” and all that jazz).  I keep trying, and Jem steadfastly gives me a look as he dispatches the offending green item over the side of the highchair.

To this day he has a voracious appetite, no one may eat within his sight unless he has a ready supply of ricecakes/bread/cheese/grapes or blueberries, but woe betide the person who attempts to give him broccoli…

On a recent trip to Turkey he discovered the joys of eating fruit from trees…that’s interesting when you walk through the park now!


If you would like to read some great posts about BLW please do check out the Red Head Baby Led blog which features some great guest posts on this topic.

Did you bring the sink mummy…?


This is a little post about the wonder of changing bags, I’ve put you a picture of my own changing bag to give you an idea of what I’m talking about…

Admittedly I like to be organised and am often to be found with a large handbag even pre-baby (I have a list in my handbag notepad of what should be in my changing bag as a bare minimum…no really, I’ll take a photo for you: ) and it contains obvious things, nappies (sposies and reusable), changing bags, food, water…it goes on…parents you will understand this.  However a recent journey for lunch with a friend resulted in a sore back and I did begin to question all the things I was carrying around in there.

Of course I need a book/Kindle, for reading emergencies when the baby may be asleep and boredom strikes, and then a couple of crochet projects, because it’s silly to waste time (I did actually do one of these in fairness whilst the boy was asleep in the car).  Then a selection of food, grapes, a banana, baby food pouches, fruit yoghurt pots, ricecakes and breadsticks…naturally the food monster just ate my lunch so I didn’t actually need any of these.  A change of clothes for Jem and spare top for me…we haven’t needed these for several months…do they even still fit?  A spare cardigan each and 2 hats for Jem.

Toys, lots of toys, today we had a chewable bug (Kiddiecare) and joining rings from Mothercare, a Nuby Ice Bite teether, a Lamaze elephant and our V-Tech Toot Toot helicopter (possibly Jem’s current favourite thing).  He didn’t play with any of these…he did spend most of his time trying to steal cutlery or eat napkins (oh and staring at old men…)

Half a bag of disposable nappies (he did a poo, I needed one… and used a reusable one anyway), a full pack of Huggies wipes (my favourites) and ab

out 50 nappy bags, also a spare reusable nappy and a carrier bag for the dirty nappy (used!)  I also had a disposable changing mat (yet I still ended up just changing him on the floor of the toilets without using it).

Also of course general things for me as I don’t carry a separate handbag, this consisted of:

  • purse
  • phone
  • 6 mini tissue packs
  • 2 lip balms
  • 3 lipsticks (no I haven’t worn lipstick since our wedding)
  • a lip gloss
  • hand cream
  • notepad and pen
  • spare pen
  • Tampons & Sanitary towels

I never did buy an actual changing bag, because they were expensive, and my voucher for a free Boots one never came through, so although I was disappointed I ended up using an old messenger bag (endorsed by a Trade Union I used to be a member of…) which I figured did pretty much the same thing, and then after a couple of months moved onto a large handbag.  You can buy made up changing bags containing lots of essentials, pockets and hidey holes for all your essential things (presumably making them easier to find…?) but I do wonder whether it’s really essential to make such a big deal about changing bags.  I manage to carry a whole lot of junk around with me and in fairness rarely use it.  I have developed a habit of simply sticking a couple of nappies in a carrier bag in the bottom of the buggy and ‘winging it’ (admittedly at 10 months it’s easier as there is less likelihood of leaky pooage).