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.
Since LJ started weaning I didn’t know how to approach or deal with eating out in the wide world with a baby in tow. Spoiler alert; it’s not all that bad.
I’m currently focusing my energy into clearing up projects from my craft room as it needs to be cleared, ready for a revamp.
As I placed the winning bid on a retro tape collection called ‘Storyteller’ from my childhood I felt like I’d won the lottery. Not for me though; for my son.
I was convinced that I couldn’t feed my baby; it feels rediculous now I’m talking about it. After nearly 8 months breastfeeding, for some reason, one afternoon my thoughts spiralled to a place of panic and had me convinced I wasn’t giving my baby everything he needed. He was ill, something bad was going to happen and there was a constant rock-like feeling in the pit of my stomach.