We’re deep in Weaning Season with child number 2. I was totally daunted by this first time round so I did ALL the research and bought ALL the books and ALL the kit (this is my general approach to most things i try my hand at in life, FYI: ‘shop now, try later’). Turns out I had a child with such bad hand / mouth co-ordination that baby-led wasn’t an option and so instead set about steaming and blitzing every fruit and veg that came anywhere near the house. It worked: he loved food and still does now*.
So this time round I was feeling OK – the minute my 5 month old started to eye up my food in the same way I eye up Mr Gosling, there I was with my blender and ice cube trays ready to get to work. But alas, children are all different and perhaps seeing what his big bro is eating, this one wants the real deal himself. So I’ve spent the last few weeks frantically digging out the baby-led books and crinkle cutters and working out what will and won’t choke him. He’s been going for a few weeks now and it’s fair to say he’s enjoying himself. I’m amazed with the way his 2 little teeth-stumps manage to break down the food enough for him to swallow it, but somehow they do. He’s a fan of a puree too now, especially those lovingly created by my good friend Ella in her Kitchen. She’s great that girl.
Anyway, i’m blabbering on… but i thought it was worth sharing a couple of recipes i’ve found to be useful both times round. To be fair, “recipes” is a loose term. “Food combinations” might be a better way of putting it because they both use 2 ingredients and take about 2 minutes. I could create a whole recipe book on 1 sheet of A4. I also need to say that I’m absolutely not a chef. Or a nutritionist. Or even, really, a foodie. I mean, i love my food but I pretty much love ALL food. When you’re with your mates in a dirty caf and they’re all bemoaning the quality of a burger, I’m the one sitting quietly thinking “yummy, this tastes gooood”. But what I definitely do like is quick, easy food that i know my kids (and me when scavenging the leftovers) will love, and that’s exactly what these do. Enjoy.
BEYOND EASY BANANA PANCAKES
Take 1 banana and mash it in a bowl. Crack an egg into it and mix it altogether. Melt some unsalted butter in a frying pan and when hot, pour in your mix spreading it over the base of the pan. Leave for a few minutes until firm on that side and use a fish slice to turn it over and repeat on the other side. ET VOILA! Banana pancake. The end. That’s it. Easiest thing EVER (and particularly delicious when smothered in syrup for the grown ups)
An egg. And a banana.
Mix it up.
Feel free not to burn it…
Look how HAPPY he is!
BEYOND EASY PORRIDGE FINGERS
Take equal part porridge and milk and stir together in a bowl – 3 tbsp of each works for 1 baby breakfast. Spread over a flat tray or plate and microwave for 2 minutes. Slice and serve up. Also delicious when dowsed in syrup. Maybe i should just eat syrup….
*it was a proud moment when he told me his all time favourite food was “Dairlyrea Dunkers”
A LOT changes when you’ve got kids: the toilet becomes somewhere you go to relax; you get excited every time a tractor or a nee naw (sorry, emergency vehicle) comes down the street and you learn all sorts of noises and facial expressions you didn’t know you could make in order to get your child to smile for a photo. But did you know the words you use change their meaning too? Here’s a crash course in parent speak…
It’s been a few months since i started mumdinger and you might remember one of my reasons for starting this blogging ‘thing’ was to try and divert myself away from online shopping. i was on first name terms with all the local couriers and know each retailers delivery and returns policy better than they do themselves – so I needed a distraction. I had visions that, with the help of a blog to focus on, i’d be a changed person, finding my inner peace through the medium of words instead of the medium of clicks. Well, i thought you might be interested in an update as to whether i’ve achieved this.
Lots of things happen to you when you become a parent. You start to talk in a funny high-pitched voice, you are constantly covered in sick / poo / food or something; you develop a crazy ability to drink coffee and eat cake. And you do WHATEVER IT TAKES to get your child to sleep.
Before our first born arrived I was a bit superstitious about buying anything. The one thing we made an exception for was a soft toy, a rabbit we named Walt, who (as advised by the parents-to-be books that we devoured back then) we slept with in the weeks leading up to my due date so that it would smell of us and offer comfort to our precious baby when he needed it – leading to a calm, secure, sleeping-through-the-night-from-2-weeks baby. I’d look at Walt in those mega-pregga days and imagine the times ahead: visions of a baby and a rabbit with a really special relationship; how carefully we’d look after this well-worn rabbit, desperately avoiding him being the bedraggled looking lost soul that you sometimes see on the pavement, rescued from a puddle by a kind passer-by waiting to be reunited with its distraught owner.
Something really, REALLY concerning happened last week.
There I was, sitting watching the opening credits of Bing, the bit when Bing trips over but Flop catches him just before he hits the ground (I’m sure you know it) and I thought to myself, “I wonder if that was meant to happen or if it just happened by accident and they kept it in”.
Bing is a cartoon. A CARTOON. I was questioning whether something in a flipping cartoon happened by accident.
I consider myself to be an excellent packer; my friends still talk about how well equipped I was for our weekend in Dubai a few years ago: 10 pairs of shoes for 72 hours ensured I was suitably prepared for any situation that could have arisen (though incidentally, none apart from “by the pool” and “at the bar” did). And now I’ve got kids my whole family benefits from these packing skills. This was evident on a recent visit to my parents’, a (theroterical) 3 hour road trip which was such a resounding success I thought it only fair to share my tips on both packing for and surviving a car journey with kids.
Let me make one thing clear – I’m not an expert Mum. I don’t want this blog to become an “advice giver” because, let’s face it, I’m no professional, I’m certainly not perfect, and the only stuff I know about bringing up kids is from my experience of what works (or more often what doesn’t work) with my boys – a very, VERY specific, in fact 100% unique (I hope, or that’d be weird!) combination.
But there is one piece of advice that I was given which I DO think I’m allowed to pass on, and it’s this: never, ever, EVER give advice to a fellow parent unless a) this piece of advice on has worked for you for at least 250 consecutive days and b) you have a child older than the child you are about to give advice on and so have lived through the specific challenges of that age.