As the mother of a more-or-less textbook baby, right on the 50th percentile and pretty predictable when it comes to when he sleeps, eats and... everything else, it can come as a nasty shock to the system when things get a bit more challenging.
Buoyed very successful play date yesterday when The Boy missed a nap but stayed cheerful to the end I had no qualms about taking him out to lunch with friends today. The Boy has always been highly portable, not stressed by new situations and, if he's tired, able to sleep almost anywhere.
So lunch today was a bit of a shock to the system - he would not sit on my lap, he would not sit in a highchair, he would not lie on the bench, he punctuated his usual cheerful moments with (to my ears) bloodcurdling screams and struggles.
The bright spot in this meal (baby-wise) was when my sandwich arrived, grilled pepper, aubergine and mozzarella and The Boy made a grab for it and kept coming back for more - he wasn't actually eating it, the sandwich was of a texture and proportions that our toothless, newly eating little one couldn't possibly manage but he gave all the ingredients a very good suck and seemed to enjoy them.
Towards the end he gagged on something which is still quite scary but I felt more confident that ever before when I said to my understandably nervous dinner companions "don't worry, he won't choke".
That episode marked the end of the sandwich based entertainment that had been keeping him occupied and we had to leave shortly after due to the noise vs. embarrassment factor that I'm sure every mum can identify with!
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