How can it possibly take the whole day to organise food for a baby? All the time I had left between breastfeeding, changing nappies and washing clothes is now taken up squishing banana, cooking soup with little chunks in, freezing or defrosting the stuff and removing tiny particles of food from the carpet, walls, me or the cat. I have decided the path of least resistance is to feed him on the floor as he cannot get such a good throwing angle from low down and I stand a chance of finding the minuscule chunks of rice cake he so happily discards.
The eating thing has an obvious knock on effect – poo. When he is not teething his nappies are really easy to deal with, just a couple of lumps to flush away. When he is teething, and that seems to be 99% of the time now he can poo up to 6 times a day and it is always a messy business that neither of us really want to do. It’s tricky to change the nappy of a little boy who really wants to try to crawl away from you as fast as possible whilst keeping up a continuous loud scream designed to make you really frantic. I have developed a system of holding him face down and changing his nappy with him on all fours. Sounds cruel but it’s much more humane than the arguments we have if he lies on his back. Another couple of months of holding the wriggly boy and I will be ready for the World Wrestling Federation. I could be ‘the Mother’. catchphrase ‘don’t mess with this Mother’, with a costume made of tiny particles of rice cake.
Wriggly fat boy is just about to crawl and I am nowhere near ready for that. Every square inch of the house is a potential danger zone. There are cables, bicycles, boxes, muddy wellys and a multitude of other things I would rather he didn’t taste and chew. There is a travel cot up in the kitchen now so I have a safe place to put him when I am cooking or if the phone rings.
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