Son : Num-Nums

Hey Dudes,

It's me, Son.

Had to share some exciting news. 

Food. Turns out it doesn't all have to be cold, smooth and goopy. Here's a list of what I like and how I like it, incase any of you decide to take me out for num-nums.

Raspberries
- mushed up in wheatabix : Good
- whole: Bad
- Good for ....nothing, except maybe clapping with

Blueberries

- mushed up in wheatabix : Bad

- whole: Good

- Good for .... distance spits

Banana's

- mushed up in, or out of, wheatabix : Good

- whole: not yet. Mummy had to scoop a mouthful out for me because I couldn't do anything. Apparently I had filled my face with it in one go.

- Good for .... squishing between your fingers

Porridge

Its all good

Wheatabix 

Its all good

Yoghurt

Can I have baths in it please?

Bolognese

Mummy needs to work on this one. 

With pasta : bad

Without pasta: bad

Without veg : bad

With veg : good

With added tomatoe & squash : good

Pasta 

With cheese : Good

With bolognese : Bad

With veg : Good

With bolognese : Bad

whole : bad (these are baby pasta shapes incase any of you are wondering)

Zoom-a-Zoom'ad (this is a hand held food blitzy thingy. Actually maybe zoom-a-zooma is a more accurate name): That's pasta??

Good for ... distance spits if whole

(Seeing a pattern yet mummy???)

Toast

Good for ... tearing but not sharing

Plums

Yums

Kiwi

Jury is out

Spinach

Good for sucking up whole 

Good for pooping out whole

Peas

ACE.

Peas are the bestest.

Mushed or whole bring on the tiny green balls please

Scrambled Egg

Good for . . . distance and range spits. Mummy calls this pebble-dashing, not sure what this is. 

Lime

Uncle Jits introduced me to this. I don't think I like it much. It makes my cheeks pop and shoulders wiggle. No, I don't think I like limes. 

I gets lots of other types of num-nums but these are the ones I HAD to tell you about.

I like to pretend eat a lot and when Mummy isn't looking I turn my head to the side and spit it over my shoulder. Or hold it in my hand, open my mouth and drop it into my lap- I got out of eating a whole pear doing this last one!! 

I don't like the face wipes at the end or that Mummy makes me put on new clothes after every meal. She says if I just ate and not pretended then I wouldn't get it on my clothes. . . I am not sure. I think she's a messy feeder.

catch youse later with my next 'venture

Son

7 1/2 months of age

Smug vs Bad Mummy Moment

Some Mummies are smug and some Mummies know it all. I am neither but would like to think I am honest about my good and bad Mummy moments.

Today Bad Mummy (me- BM) and Smug Mummy (shall remain nameless-SM) had, in hindsight, quite a funny exchange at our fitness class. . .

SM: My other half is away tonight, so I am definitely treating myself with a pizza. I've earned some carbs after this class.

BM: Oh, we're in a similar position tonight except I am going to treat myself to a glass of wine.

The memory of hourly wake ups the night before still fresh in my mind. SM looks at me like I am some kind of lush.

BM: Once he has gone down of course.

SM looks at me some more, as if I have suggested that I intend to teach Son how to throw knives at the tender age of 6 months.

She has clearly decided I am some sort of degenerate of a mother, so takes a different approach.

SM: Hubert* is now in his second out fit of the day.

BM: Me too! As long as he is clean and dry we can probably see 2/3 changes of clothes based on how meal times have gone.

BM clearly thinking I had redeemed myself. 
SM clearly thinking BM was redeemable then says the following.

SM (leaning over like we're best buds): Of course, you know its a bad day when you have had to change your outfit as well.

BM: I am well past that. I'll keep wearing what I started the day out in regardless of the amount of puke I get thrown at me.

SM: Yes, but wait until you are on solids. Then the puke really does smell like puke.

BM: Yes. We are and it does. And I am well past changing my clothes throughout the day to try and keep up.

SM reverts back to her original look of disgust at the mention of my having a glass of wine and I can virtually hear her thinking "what is the phone number for social services? This child needs rescuing"

Needless to say we were not (and I suspect chose not) to be paired up on any of our joint exercises!


* not his real name