Dot writes: a typical dinnertime conversation with Hugh (good mood version).
“Look, Hugh, carrots!”
“I like carrots!”
“That’s great. Eat them up.”
“Tasty! Lum!” Big smile. Then he doesn’t touch them.
Meanwhile we have started Frank on solids. Current guidelines say you should wait until six months, and Frank is just shy of five, but he is a very large, hungry baby – I’ve just had to bring out the 6-9 months size clothes for him – and he was noticeably interested in our dinners; his sleep also had deteriorated. So on Monday night I tried giving him some mashed banana. He pulled a horrible face, but it all went in. Tuesday night, a whole pot (a whole pot!) of fruit puree. Wednesday, some baby porridge: this was a bit less popular, though he took a respectable portion of it; those baby cereals are terribly bland and my little piggle wants TASTE. Yesterday we were in a cafe recovering from some shopping and Frank was on my lap. Two little hands came up and grasped mine, and with surprising force he guided my raspberry muffin to his mouth.