Joy to the world!
Dec. 16th, 2011 06:50 pmForgive me, fiends, but I am a right slushy moo this evening.
I was walking home from Twickers feeling like jollity personified with a bag full of xmas doggy treats from the pound shop and some delicious dinner from Waitrose and me skipping along singing songs to the world's cutest baby, whose little red nose was peeping out from his fleece blanket and his snowflake hat and the hand-knitted cardie from
sara_lou's mum and his fluffy boxing glove mittens... and I realised that I was about as insufferably cheerful as a person could be.
It may have helped that I was thinking about our upcoming xmas holiday whilst walking down a road full of the most beautiful xmas decs... a total winter wonderland, with someone roasting chestnuts and the smell following me down the road like some sort of xmas-mania-inducing crack.
Then I arrived home and Micro had some daddy cuddles and then I decided that it was time to have another go at feeding him some solids. He hasn't been taking very well so far to the variety of purees I've concocted or the organic handwoven cereals, but - my god - the boy has just gone NUTS for a Farley's Rusk dissolved in milk. He ate the lot and still had room for pureed pear afterwards. I had a taste and it is weirdly delicious. (I think I may have just fed him the fat and sugar equivalent of a happy meal. Oh dear. This does not bode well for my broccoli puree.)
Maybe I will actually get on and write my xmas cards this evening ...and light the fire and get sloshed on mulledy wulledy. I am so damned festive - just call me Charles Meanie-cat DIckens.
Meanwhile, somebody is not in bed. Who is not in bed? Iggle Piggle is not in bed. Don't worry Iggle Piggle, It's time to go...
I was walking home from Twickers feeling like jollity personified with a bag full of xmas doggy treats from the pound shop and some delicious dinner from Waitrose and me skipping along singing songs to the world's cutest baby, whose little red nose was peeping out from his fleece blanket and his snowflake hat and the hand-knitted cardie from
It may have helped that I was thinking about our upcoming xmas holiday whilst walking down a road full of the most beautiful xmas decs... a total winter wonderland, with someone roasting chestnuts and the smell following me down the road like some sort of xmas-mania-inducing crack.
Then I arrived home and Micro had some daddy cuddles and then I decided that it was time to have another go at feeding him some solids. He hasn't been taking very well so far to the variety of purees I've concocted or the organic handwoven cereals, but - my god - the boy has just gone NUTS for a Farley's Rusk dissolved in milk. He ate the lot and still had room for pureed pear afterwards. I had a taste and it is weirdly delicious. (I think I may have just fed him the fat and sugar equivalent of a happy meal. Oh dear. This does not bode well for my broccoli puree.)
Maybe I will actually get on and write my xmas cards this evening ...and light the fire and get sloshed on mulledy wulledy. I am so damned festive - just call me Charles Meanie-cat DIckens.
Meanwhile, somebody is not in bed. Who is not in bed? Iggle Piggle is not in bed. Don't worry Iggle Piggle, It's time to go...
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Date: 2011-12-16 10:33 pm (UTC)You are right of course. My baby weaning books urge the inclusion of green stuff, or in fact any veg you can get hold of, as a sort of tasting training. (I wouldn't be surprised if the broccoli has made him suspicious of my purees though!)
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