Saturday, 30 March 2013

Bums

It's only taken me around 9 months but i have just ordered our first cloth nappy. A happy green nappy.

I'm so torn when it comes to cloth bumming. I am, i grund och botten, lazy, in an efficient and thrifty kind of way, if that makes sense? Probably not! I like having little projects and doing things, but i also end up with things half finished, and i loooove having a big clear out, recycling, bagging things up for charity and throwing things away.

So, we'll see. Part of me forgets what happens to our bin bags once they're collected, and a part of me thinks disposable nappies are full of chemicals, or even worse, PERFUME (Pampers).

My husband has said NO! But i tend not to discuss things with him too much, i just do.
Now i just need spring to arrive so i can hang the nappies out in the garden to dry...

Saturday, 23 March 2013

How i met your baby

I hate how parenting and babies are presented on TV. I don't watch as much crap as i used to (screen ban when T is awake) but i do watch some things.
How I met your mother. Lily and Marshall have just had a baby. There was one episode where they were all sleep deprived and talking gibberish. Next episode they've found a nanny and they're back in the bar? Or they've got their friends round and there is noooo sign of baby. Other than the occasional cry on the monitor, but the baby never joins in with the rest of the "gang", doesn't play on the floor in the living room or has cuddles with his parents. Poor child!
The only time he was involved was when Marshall was doing exercise whilst wearing the sleeping baby in a crotch dangling baby bjorn. Boohoo.
Is this normal? Is it just our baby who is centre of attention all the time? Who rules this house? Maybe?!
I sometimes see on facebook that parents of babies of similar age sometimes go out, have friends round in the evening, watch telly at 10 pm. Sure, we can have friends round in the evening but Tallulah will go to bed with my boobs at 8 o'clock (or 7 or 9 or 10, i don't know).
I hope it doesn't sound like i'm moaning, because i'm not. I love my life as Tallulah's mamma. I don't want to try to control her in to a pattern that's not her normal one. I just wish media would sometimes portray babies as the unpredictable little rascals that they are, not as sleeping robots who "let you get on with your life..."

Friday, 22 March 2013

Food, glorious food

Nämen hej!

I have made a food promise. It is this: I will never buy any baby/child specific foods for Tallulah. She will eat food, not baby food. Simple as. And i don't intend to help her eat.

She started eating food about two months ago. She was 6 and a half months old and not a single bit of pure or porridge had passed her lips. Since then she's had: cauliflower curry, spicy daal and lamb rogan josh. We've shared a plate of Italian antipasti at Carluccio's, garlic bread (the salt free version), hoummus (homemade, again to avoid the salt), whole strawberries, roast peppers and cheesy broccoli. Almond butter on toast, blueberry pancakes, lemony chicken and strips of steak.

I know so many babies whose only experience of food is välling, meat and potatoes mashed together with milk, porridge and some mushed up unidentified fruit. Yum!

Tallulah's experience of food is a multi-sensory one. She looks at it, bangs it, she tears it apart, watches it again, throws it away, hides it, picks it up again, eats it, spits it out. It is a joy to watch! She is so funny!

The whole baby food industry is an over-marketed, unnecessary money-making machine. I have never once walked down the "baby food" aisle in the supermarket. We don't need special food for babies. Let them eat what you eat. Let them enjoy and experience food! Don't buy the myth!