Faith ate a whole avocado for dinner tonight, along with large amounts of mashed potato, salmon, and a lovely blueberry and lemon cream sauce Daddy made. (Faith has been eating blueberries for breakfast the last few days and has been disturbing the nursery staff with purple poos.)
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Faith has decided that she wants Daddy to give her her food. There’s a bit of laziness in there: Robin is much more prepared to post food into her mouth than I am, and has longer arms to do it with. There’s a bit of Daddy-seeking: she sees less of him than she does of me. And there’s the bit where it turns into a fun game, where she takes the loaded spoon off me, hands it to Daddy, takes it back off him and eats the food, then hands the spoon back to Daddy, who hands it to me to be reloaded… And just as we’re getting into the swing of this, she offers the spoon to one of us only to snatch it back as we reach for it, with much gleeful grinning! I went to a parents’ evening at the nursery the other night (my first parents’ evening!) and brought back a report card which told me that Faith was a happy baby who liked to feed herself and play with the toy piano and smile at other people and could sit up by herself – all of which I knew. What was interesting was what they Continue reading Round and round she goes, where she stops, nobody knows! Well, the hordes have left, all eleven of them. Plus the two of us that was thirteen for Christmas. Despite a few minor mishaps (the meat delivery that was supposed to come on Friday never arrived, so there was a mad dash to the supermarket around midday on Christmas Eve when we decided it wasn’t going to; fortunately the turkey wasn’t part of that package as I was picking one up from a local farm) it all went very well; everyone enjoyed themselves, no-one fought, and Robin didn’t react at all to his brother’s cat (he’s allergic, but the cat doesn’t shed or drool). We had lots of carol singing and piano playing and eating of turkey. An eight point four kilo turkey and it’s all gone now. (Even the bones were made into soup.) I’m feeling quite triumphant now. Having hordes for Christmas is a good thing because it means that you get presents from every single one of them. My favourite present was from Robin’s nine-year-old niece, Amy, who’s been learning pottery and had made everyone hand-turned and -painted pots. She gave us a small narrow pot – an absolutely perfect toothbrush holder of which we were Continue reading My favourite Christmas present |
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