Yesterday we had the pleasure of enjoying massive hotdogs by the seafront in Felixstowe. And when I say massive, I mean gargantuan.
I must tell you about the lovely, but surreal, interaction I had today. Two Jehovah’s Witnesses knocked on my door and no, this isn’t the beginning of a joke.
There was a period of a few months after I’d given birth where I just didn’t leave the house. I’d given in to anxieties and fears without even realising it which then reached boiling point. Both my mental and physical health suffered, but I sought help. And found solace in walking.
It was set to be a beautiful weekend so we set off to Woodbridge last Saturday (19th May). It was absolutely gorgeous; the sun was out all day, temperature was high and hardly no-one was out on the streets (presumably all watching the royal wedding).
To save my sanity, time and to reduce washing-up while following a baby-led weaning (BLW) approach; I’m trying to make meals that all three of us can eat together. This does mean that I have to watch the salt content and size of the chunks of vegetables in meals, but I think that’s a small price to pay if we can all eat the same meal and enjoy it together.