Feeding the Child solids is like taking "just a sip" from a firehose - impossible. Attempting to feed her anything off a spoon begets baby kung fu and a mess. Seriously, she is the master of the two-hand fend off and the if-you-put-in-my-mouth-I'm-gonna-sneeze face. Who taught her this??? Aren't these toddler level skills?? I'm blaming the Husband.
These next few weeks I'll be reviewing kid food. Freeze dried, purreed, in a pouch. You name it, I'm trying it.
Why? Because as much as I love breastfeeding, and trust me I do, I will not be breastfeeding the Child until she is five.
I miss red wine. Red, red wine, you make me feel so fine...