Thursday, 6 January 2011

Adventures in baby slop

Having attained the grand old age of 6 months, Lumpy has been taking the opportunity to indulge in some serious eating. No more boob-centric, boring old milky diet for him, oh no! He was going to be hitting some serious solid food. Well, solidish. Slop, mainly, to be honest. But, darn it, it was good slop. And he was going to make it his mission to eat all of it. Every last bit.

Let's just say Lumpy is pretty keen on the old fodder. From the first bowl of baby rice, he's gobbled it all down with wild enthusiasm. The only time he has faltered was over Christmas, when I tried to sneak one too many Brussels sprouts into his puree. and even then he still had a good go before the disgust overwhelmed him.

Since starting on the slop about four weeks ago, Lumpy has scoffed (in no particular order) banana, porridge, banana porridge, parsnips, carrots, sweet potato, butternut squash, sprouts (bleaggh), spinach (surprisingly yum), mashed potato, four-grain cereal, apple, pear, blueberries, cheese, yoghurt, fromage frais, leeks, peas, haddock, turkey (come on, it was Christmas. Everyone had to do their turkey-eating duty, and being a baby was no excuse), bread sauce, strawberries, basil, parsley, a tiny bit of chip, a crumb of chocolate cookie (really not that impressed), and avocado (ohmygod avocadoavocadoavocadonomnomNOM).

And that was all in just one sitting. Lordy, you should have seen the poo that came out after that. In fact, you probably still can. I believe it's even visible from space.

Oh, and paint. Let's not forget the paint.

See my look of stunned amazement at the delicious wall-covering goodness. Like a purple-lipped zombie clown.

Of course, man cannot live by paint and slop alone, and inevitably Lumpy soon decided that he wanted something's flesh. As we failed so spectacularly to deliver the hunks of bloody meat he demanded, he took matters into his own hands. Or, more accurately, mouth.

RIP Mr Badger. Sadly eaten to death by his own baby. Tragic.

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