Eating

In Alice's defence: walking - she'll get there. When it comes to eating, on the other hand, she's now brilliant. Gone are the days of throwing it across the kitchen and here are the days of placing the spoon nicely in her bowl when she has finished (please blog-gods don't curse me for typing this..!)

We met an 18 month old this week who will still only eat pureed food. Nothing but Rafferty's Garden or Ella's Kitchen squeezey stuff. Yes, he's running about, but it just shows that they all have their "thing". You rarely see a grown adult tucking into carrot, apple and sweetcorn mush or popping out to the shops in a kneeling position, so all these "things" must pass. In a special roll call of Alice's food achievements, this week's varied menu has included special egg rice (not fried), pork chow mein, chicken nuggets, fish cakes, spag bol, spinach and ricotta ravioli with pesto and parmesan and the usual copious portions of peas. I should add that all of these meals were homemade with indgredients from the farmers market - I am not simply trying to earn loyalty points at the local Chinese takeaway. Much to her father's chagrin, most probably. He must also lament that Alice will still not eat fish fingers or alphabetti spaghetti, as I am trying for us all to eat the same meal wherever possible.

This morning the blogged and the blogger went out for a coffee and babycino. Alice can now manage most of the babycino by herself with a spoon, so it is a very pleasant and sociable experience, sitting side by side, babbling and watching the world go by. Picking up the cup at the end to drink the milk went awry this morning, but hey ho, it was someone else's floor. And she still chose a rice cake over a bit of my cookie. This really can't last, but it's good while it does.