Bethany's Baby Babblings

Sorry not sorry about the horrendous title pun! Squidge will be ready to start weaning very soon so I thought "oooh let's have a practice at making her food!" Reet, I'll be honest, I am most definitely not blessed in the domesticity department. I melt clothes when ironing, I put grease proof paper in the grill and get confused when it catches fire, I am not entirely where we keep the dusters or even if we actually own dusters. So deciding to make all my own food rather than buying jars/pouches may seem odd. I don't really have a reason for doing so apart from just fancying having a go. The first challenge was choosing what to make first. I went for peas because it was the only vegetable we had in the house which would be suitable (I'm a salad-y veg kinda gal) The next challenge was "the recipe" because I didn't have one and couldn't be arsed to look for one. So I blagged it. I shouldn't have blagged it. I thought "half a can ...

I'm at the stage in parenting where every single thing that my child does is fascinating and/or hilarious. For example, during a feed she did a burp except her mouth was full of drool so it produced a massive spit bubble. And the spit bubble remained there for ages because she was just sat there accepting the spit bubble in her mouth and I couldn't do owt for laughing. (how many times do I need to say spit bubble?) (three) And then there's the time when she simultaneously coughed and farted at the same. I also love how sneezes are a full body experience for babies. Just after I filmed her sneeze I had the BIGGEST urge to send it to my friends and family.  But I resisted because I don't want to be a baby bore.  So I'm inflicting it on whoever is reading this blog.  Which is probably just my mum, hello mum :)