The many faces of weaning — The Ordinary Moments #16
There are so many milestones in that first year; so many moments where you can't help but think Didn't I just give birth? How's it possible that he's laughing now? Rolling? Sitting? Trying to eat his own feet? It feels like only yesterday he could barely open his eyes. That wrinkly skin. Those jerky movements. I don't know how it happens so quickly but it does. And now we're a week away from the half-year mark and he's shown all the signs of wanting actual food.
What's wrong with Mama's milk? I've got so used to being a human cow that I forgot something was on its way to steal my thunder. New flavours, tastes, likes & dislikes. I started earlier with my first; I couldn't wait to see the look on his face as he tried so many exciting new things, I had the highchair poised for action and each pristine bib ready on a dedicated hook. The second time? I'd almost forgotten we could give him food at all. There's not a highchair in sight, no baby rice in the cupboards and certainly no mini blenders prepped with multiple vegetables to be liquidised.
Just a little bowl of porridge. One of Archie's bowls. One of Archie's spoons. No bib and a tiny chair. But he loved it. He was so ready. He lunged for every spoonful and every morning he's excited for breakfast. And just like that, another milestone has passed. Here comes the mess! We're
not even close to being ready for you now.
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