Now, a couple of weeks ago, the physiotherapist came to see JB and when she saw him, she smiled and said, "Is he on solids yet?", he wasn't. "Oh, he looks like a baby who is."
See, bless the lovely softie JB, he is, well, a bruiser.
I seem to have this knack of producing big babies, which is weird, cus I'm actually not that big myself, and neither is Big Fella. I carried very low, yes, but wasn't really that big even at full term, but, within weeks of being born, both our boys have, well, ballooned.
Now, don't get me wrong, they're not overweight, they're just big in a cutie baby way, but also above average height for their age. I remember the health visitor telling me with Little Fella I should get used to the idea he was going to be tall. She said expect 6ft plus, get used to being overshadowed, and JB, was born even longer.
Anyway, JB is 5 months old today, and ready to progress to that next stage. I didn't worry about weaning with Little Fella, he was kinda like the model baby. He was sleeping through at 11 weeks, solids at 16 weeks, lumps, not a problem, but I have learnt that what happens when they're babies, is not necessarily a reflection of how they will be as toddlers!!! I will NOT be lured into a false sense of security again, more so over the past 5 months, because believe it, no 2 babies are ever the same.
Anyway, back to weaning. I feel like I'm cheating JB a little because I am kinda relying on jars of Hipp Organic and sachets of Ella's Kitchen. With Little Fella, I spent hours preparing purees of every kind of fruit and veg in cute ice cube trays, lovingly acting like a domestic goddess (which I am NOT), but with an almost 3 year old busy toddler demanding we wrestle and build cars, boats and towers out of mega blocks, it just ain't gonna happen - so I thought.
Then came the good ole sweet potato. So, using my bible ('Baby and Child's Vegetarian Recipes' by Carol Timberly), I scrubbed it, baked it (45 mins), split it open, scooped out the middle and mixed with a bit of formula and there we had it, a creamy looking sweet potato mixture fit for a JB.
So, there he was, king of the castle in his high chair, a brand new bib for the occasion, gazing at me with wonder, why on earth is mummy flapping around the kitchen with stupid strawberry shaped ice cube tray.
OK, my hands are shaking, because I really am expecting the worse and...
I am pleasantly surprised.
Right, so with that first step out of the way, I really am hoping for big things, namely, dropping that damned night feed that is haunting me and Big Fella, but who knows....
Anyway, we're on day 3 today, third helping of sweet potato, then tomorrow, lucky JB gets to sample pureed apple, maybe Thursday, a pureed banana.
So, we've done it, the first big step to being a big boy ("big strong boy" as Little Fella corrected me at the weekend), an indication that they don't stay babies very long, and we're off to the health visitor today, for a big weigh in, just hope he doesn't go off the scales.
Have a good one