I’ll have my own TV show next like Peppa Pig

Mama tells me I was in the paper.  Her and me. And she said that I had to eat all the fud she puts in front of me now because more people want to read about it.

But I just eat what I want and when I want.  Like last week when  Mama came to get me in creche and I had a biscuit and she put my coat on but I held on to my biscuit and she put my bike helmet on and put me on the bike and I still held onto my biscuit and I ate it on the way home while I looked at buses and I didn’t drop any apart from into my tummy.

Do you like my tattoo? Dada took it gone now.

At home I don’t like when they put me in my chair and don’t sit down and eat with me. Sometime dada stands at the Hot and makes a mess for him and mama’s dinner and they give me what we didn’t finish at the dinner before.  I might have a shout and throw myself about a bit until they sit down. Or else maybe I do colouring if I’m not hungry yet.  I can climb into my chair but not out so I am stuck. Then they sit down and they talk and it’s not about sand or playdoh or snacks or Timmy Time or anything so that’s when I decide I will eat my dinner.  The other day I had fish pie and that’s when we had different dinners because mama doesn’t eat fishes but dada makes it and I love it.

I like when we eat all at the same time and then I can eat from any of our plates.  We have 5 plates, I counted them like this 2, 3, 5!  I am getting good at numbers.

Sometimes now when I eat my dinner up I get squeezy cold fruit for my sore tooths from the freezing box that my magnets live on.  I know it’s there now so I’m going to ask for it all the time.  Even though mama eats some on me.

– Dom

Throwing. Not my fault.

Yesterday mama’s friend Tina from the internets asked her when I stopped throwing fud around.  Well I’ll tell you now, I don’t throw it around when I love it, like here where I’m eating fishy pie (Annabel Karmel’s Nursery Fish Pie).

I’m only learning to use my fork, do you like it?  I have them in all the colours.  If food falls off my fork it goes on the floor. That’s not my fault.

I’m good with spoon, but I get too much on it. Then it falls down me and on my chair and on the floor.  That’s not my fault.

I throw the bits I don’t want when I’m full up of fud.   Or, when I dont want anymore I play drums with my spoon or my fork and I try to take mama’s too because hers makes more good noise.   That might make bits jump out of the bowl.  That’s not my fault. Sometimes mama sees when I’m finished eating and justintime she stops the fun and takes my bowl away.

When a cat goes by I might think she would like some mandarin so I give her some by lifting my arm up high and whooooshing it down and then the cat has mandarin on her.  That is my fault and then mama puts me down out of my chair.


Mackerel shmackerel*

*this represents the views of the author.

They ate mackerel fillets there last friday night, the boy and his dad.  I believe mackerel was grilled, some baby new potatoes were steamed and off they went.  I’m also told that fillets don’t have bones in them, that the 3 fillets cost under €3 in Superquinn, and that the smaller boy manages the potatoes easily when quartered.


I really thought I could convince Dominic’s dad to write the meaty & fishy posts for this blog, but that never came to pass.  Dom isn’t vegetarian, not yet, so I don’t just want to show a one-sided view of what he eats.  But save telling you the facts, I can’t share much else.  I don’t cook it and I won’t, but I do want to help others that are starting off BLW with their kids, or just trying to come up with different ideas for feeding their own families.  So I’ll keep telling you what Dominic eats.  Just don’t expect me to be super happy about it…


His Father’s Son

Friday was Wurld Vegtarian Day. Mama said she was having tofu satay specially. The food was there later but the kitchen was very clean. It came out of bags not noisy saucepans like usual.

I was in my cousins house earlier in the day. My biggest cousin Ella (she’ll be 6 on monday) is in skool and didn’t eat all of her lunch. It was on the table so I just took it. Mama said it was hang sangitches. It was yum. She let me try them out, but didn’t want to share. I might have to ask daddy for them if I want them again. He said he loves leftover hang too.

– Dom

New tastes. Mama a bit sad.

3 cheers for other BLW’s.  Dom had some of his beloved (well he loved it that once) pasta-with-courgette-sauce-and-spinach-balls for lunch there and happily wolfed it again.  Excuse his hair, it looks like I’ve just taken his rollers out.  He’s a fluffy headed child no doubt about it.

The recipes on the offical Baby Led Weaning forum are great.  I’ve thought sometimes when I’ve read them, hmm, how on earth is he going to eat that. And then he shows me:  Mama, what are hands made for!?

It’s the bolognaise part of this lentil lasagne recipe. So good for all of us – lentils & kidney beans for protein, spinach for iron, and all the rest of the lovely tastes – onion, tomato, herbs.  Was delighted with myself for offering this up in nutrition terms, and it was a parental team effort too.  Bonus is the recipe made enough for 4 adult dinners, 4 baby dinners and a batch to freeze to make the actual lasagne from!  It’s oranginess meant an early bath for Dom.

Now, the hard part.  Most people know I’m vegetarian for the last 15 years.  In fact by this Christmas I’ll have spent more time being veggie than not being veggie.  No meat, fish, jellies or marshmallows (keep meaning to buy such sweet treats here at sweet and sara or here at scrumptious sweets Or if anyone wants to do that for me, that’d be fine too.)  Anyway, we’re a Percy Pig free house, in every sense.  However, I’ve never forced veggieness on anyone, as husbag is oft reminded when he moans about veggie cooking being too hard to make interesting etc etc.  We had 5 years of discussing whether we’d bring up our  hypothetical child as a vegetarian.  Now that child is a reality-child, I chose not to fight that battle.  He will hopefully, like his mama did, see sense & become vegetarian.  And I will buy him Thats Why We Don’t Eat Animals, so that he has a balanced viewpoint.

We were at a friends house this weekend eating an outdoor buffet lunch.  Such is the sophistication of the baby led weaning baby, and the laziness of its parents that it can partake in the adult food also.  Brown bread & hummous! yay!  Cheese! yay! cucumber & tomato from the salad! yay!  chicken…oh, wait.  He had some chicken.  He fairly nommed it too.  So I held up my hands, and offered full rein to the da over Dom’s meaty-eatin’ ways.  Last night, a chicken roasted in our oven.  This has never happened in any oven of mine.

And this evening, together, father & son partook in some chicken salad together. Dom ate some in what can only be described as iceberg style.  95% in his cheeks, 5% sticking out.  His 3 teeth did their best, but the chicken won this time and had to be pulled out.  I handed over some tomato and it was squished and sucked and taken out and put back in and whimpered for.

All is not lost my child, all is not lost.