Solids, schmolids

At Nico's 4 month check up last week the doctor suggested that we start him on some simple solids to see if it can help to settle him at night time.  Think about what you might like to have as your first taste of food to get you on the road to eating proper stuff and I don't think gluten free cereal would feature anywhere near the top of the list, but that's what's on the menu.

Below you can see the before and after pictures....

Before:

After:

If gluten free cereal were my first meal then I think I would spit it out too, but we will persevere.

Lost socks

I lost my socks last week.  "You lost your socks, you say?"  Yes, I lost my socks.  Or rather I thought they'd been nicked.  I'm a bit partial to socks at the moment as the cold weather and our stone floor tiles can make for very cold feet.  I've even been known to wear them to bed as I turn in at night with full certainty that I will be getting up shortly to attend to Nico who dazzled me with his ability to sleep eight full hours and then promptly went back to only managing three hours in a row.  So when my best woollen socks went missing I was a little perplexed and somewhat miffed.  Cotton socks just don't do the same job.

I'd been to the physio you see for a massage and when I'd come to get dressed my socks were gone.  I thought perhaps I was going crazy and that I'd ventured out in the artic conditions of the Costa Brava without them (yes, it did snow in Barcelona last week and we were left for two days without electricity).  And then I thought that perhaps the physio had some sort of bizarre sock fetish and took a pair from each client as some sort of trophy which left me feeling too embarrassed to ask if anyone had seen my socks.

So my husband visited the physio last week after running the Barcelona marathon and was promptly asked,

"Did your wife realise she'd left her socks last week?"

"Yes" he replied, "she thought you'd nicked them!"

It seems that the physio always places his client's socks on the radiator so that following treatment they can have lovely warm feet.  So not only did I leave with chilly feet, but I'm too embarrassed to go back!

The soundtrack of my life

It's be nearly a month and no posts.  As much as crying has become the soundtrack of my life (I have been assured that it will pass, although no-one can say when), no regrets.  The smiles are worth every howl.

Finally the sunshine arrived this weekend and my new sunglasses came into their own.  Sunglasses, along with a coat with a hood and big pockets are my must-have for new mums.  The coat to be thrown on at a moment's notice when there is no alternative but to escape out of the house, the hood to protect in all weather, and the big pockets to replace the handbag that I no longer have the hands to carry.

If we moved to Spain for the good weather then our plan backfired.  As the snow arrived in Barcelona on Monday, so too did the power cuts in the region where we live.  The lights flickered, the blow heater went silent and all was dark.  What I thought would last for just a few minutes went on for a day and a half so we decamped to the snow covered city to seek light and heat with Ivan's brother.  Costa Brava or Costa del Third World?