Some books suggest it’s a good thing to do?
So I thought we’d perhaps have a bash at it too.
Your sister’s tastes are quite selective at best, so baby led weaning seemed like a good test.
We patiently waited for week 26,
Whilst planning your diet of soft carrot sticks.
So, no need to stand with the blender for hours. We’d simply just pass you a handful of ours.
The moment arrived, I approached you with glee.
A banquet of freshly cooked veg for your tea….
…….You studied the carrot and poked it about.
Then stuffed in a handful and spat it straight out.
You eyed up the odd looking broccoli spears.
Examined them well. Then stuck both in your ears.
A mouth full of pasta gets spat down your clothes.
Then back in your mouth. Then back out of your nose.
A fistful of mash and a singular pea.
Rubbed into your eyebrows and then slung at me.
So finally finished, you’ve filled up your tum (but really just stashed it all under your bum).
I survey my child and resolve with a frown, the only solution’s to just hose him down?
With infant removed I observe all around.
My once quite clean kitchen’s been razed to the ground.
Where once was a home is an active war site.
What once was a floor is a mountain of ***** (rubbish).
So now up steps Mummy, with Hazmat suit on!
All set for the mission to get this mess gone!
An armoury packed full of cleaning delights. (Well mainly just gloves and some cheap baby wipes).
The high chair is scraped and floors are swept clean.
The walls, doors and celings and all that’s between.
We finally finish our cleaning ordeal.
Switch back on the oven and start the next meal……