9th June 2014
There is no way you are going down for sleep, Kingsley. No matter how much breast I offer (a lot) or how we lay together skin to skin in bed. An hour and a half attached to my boob, madly feeding, milky mouth and full belly…but not full enough. From 6:30PM through to 8 you are insatiable. And whiney, and irritable and obviously not satisfied with merely milk. So your dad and I take the decision to finally FEED YOU DINNER!!
Its a quarter of a banana, mixed with a little breast milk, altogether mashed with a folk and fed to you with a small spoon I got ages ago at a gelato stand. King, you relished the meal – your very first dinner – licked your chops, made hardly any mess, burped from the pleasure of it all, made a whopper of a poo, then promptly fell asleep. And slept for ten hour straight.
Welcome to the world of SOLIDS, little lamb!