The Joy of Weaning

We are weaning Elliot.

For a while I thought he’d hold out until six months, like all good babies who have studied WHO guidelines apparently do *cough*.  But a few weeks ago, there I was, drinking a latte in a coffee shop whilst waiting for a tyre on my car to be changed, and Elliot grabbed the little biscuit they served up with it in his pudgey fist, and promptly shoved it in his mouth.

And that was that.  I was really quite shocked.  When we weaned Ruby I spent a lot of time and effort pushing cooked fruit and vegetables through a mouli in various combinations, and although a lot of people choose to avoid purees for their little people, I have to say it worked for us.  I quite enjoyed doing it, and she certainly enjoyed eating it.  Even so, this time I was keen to take a more baby led approach, and you can’t get more baby led than when your baby helps himself to the biscuit you were about to enjoy.

So I started offering little bits of food here and there (only sporadically, mind, Elliot may not have read those WHO guidelines but I’ve skimmed over them) and popping him in a high chair at dinnertime so he can see what mealtimes are all about and so far, it’s going okay.  No pressure though, it’s not like he really needs solids at the moment for nutrition, he’s done pretty well on Mummy Gold Top.

Elliot likes sausage (my goodness, his eyes lit up like Christmas when he tasted sausage), fromage frais, banana, and apple sauce. He is not such a fan of avocado (what? you crazy kid!), broccoli, and cucumber.  Can you see where this is going? It seems my boy has a penchant for sweet things, and meat.  And why not?  Plenty of time for vegetables.  Barbecue ribs it is, then!


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