I can’t believe I’m writing about a spoon…

Baby-led weaning is all hunky-dory: watching my 8 month-old, chubby mini-human tackling new foods; seeing how independent she is when it comes to feeding herself; and appreciating the wipe-clean floors and walls in our dining room. All hunky-dory, that is, until Ada is presented with a food that no amount of pincer gripping, hand clenching … Continue reading I can’t believe I’m writing about a spoon…

Why I’ve come to terms with spending a small fortune on swimming lessons for a person the size of my cat.

  What I pictured when I first considered swimming lessons for newborn Ada: a chaotic pool-full of screaming babies; parents awkwardly holding on to their semi-buoyant, slippery mini-me, trying to keep their chubby little faces afloat; a pod of babies bobbing up and down in swim rings as their parents make swimming gestures beside them … Continue reading Why I’ve come to terms with spending a small fortune on swimming lessons for a person the size of my cat.