Whose blog is it anyway?

So I've not written for a while.  For fear of offending and using this as a venting area a self-imposed silence ensued.  And then I remembered...this is my blog, written by me for anyone wanting to read, but most importantly, for Nico.

So where were we?  Just starting solids as I recall.  The Spanish way.  It seems that every country has their way.  I was instructed to start gluten-free cereals at 4 months, add fruit at 6 months followed by vegetables and then chicken and beef.  I was chastised at check-ups if I'd not followed the advice.  We were given evils by the local Mummy mafia if he was spotted munching a bread-stick in his pram.  If I'd been in the UK it would have been fruit and veg anytime between 4-6 months (although the official advice is stuck at 6 months, but frankly if you have a hungry baby before he's 6 months old, you'll know...). If I'd been in Germany carrots would have been the first food and no doubt if I'd been in Lebanon I'd have been encouraged to try a little hummus. 

Thank god for Annabel Karmel who's book is full of advice and recipes.  She's a bit flavour-tastic, but at almost 8 months, Nico will eat just about anything.  Cauliflower remains at the bottom of the table, but even to the objective observer it has to be one of the most offensive vegetables.  It gives legendary wind to most and smells like wet dog.  That said, I quite like it myself.

Nico will happily grab most of the food that's going into my mouth and also eat the sand from the beach when given the opportunity.  Growing fast, and now into the clothes of a 1 year old (tall, not fat) it seems that food is doing the job.  Nights have become easier with ten hours on the trot becoming the norm although he remains a very light sleeper and will wake up at the slightest noise.  Perhaps the two boys sharing a bedroom wasn't our brightest moment.