I think The Boy has one.
;-)
Tonight we gave him mother's favourite which is salmon with low-salt soy sauce and some roughly chopped ginger and garlic all wrapped in tin foil and baked in the oven - lovely, steamed strong flavours.
And he loved it.
My garlic breath boy!
Thursday 27 May 2010
Tuesday 25 May 2010
Eating out
Pick your restaurant with care.
Most places are fab and accept the little bit of mess that goes along with blw philosophically.
The Boy won't chuck food he likes over the side but if he's distracted enough he can drop it accidentally and in restaurants there are plenty of distractions.. other food, waitresses, other kids, customers, salt and pepper shakers, side plates, cutlery...
We met DH for lunch today and I went for a place I knew was fairly child friendly and had high chairs.
The staff were all young with obviously no experience of babies which resulted in them flying to the rescue with a cleaning cloth every time he dropped something. They gave him plastic cutlery which I let him play with before the food arrived which got replaced with a new set twice because he had dropped them on the floor and they were 'now dirty'.
This is a child who will happily eat people's havianas if left unattended for a fraction of a second - I don't think cutlery that has dropped onto a sparkling floor for a fraction of a second is going to do him much harm!
I suppose I shouldn't complain about such attentive service but honestly it was a little trying and far from a relaxing lunch I was acutely concious of what might happen every time The Boy's food stuffed fists wavered over the edge of the high chair and I just couldn't wait to get out of there.
The Boy enjoyed himself though.
Most places are fab and accept the little bit of mess that goes along with blw philosophically.
The Boy won't chuck food he likes over the side but if he's distracted enough he can drop it accidentally and in restaurants there are plenty of distractions.. other food, waitresses, other kids, customers, salt and pepper shakers, side plates, cutlery...
We met DH for lunch today and I went for a place I knew was fairly child friendly and had high chairs.
The staff were all young with obviously no experience of babies which resulted in them flying to the rescue with a cleaning cloth every time he dropped something. They gave him plastic cutlery which I let him play with before the food arrived which got replaced with a new set twice because he had dropped them on the floor and they were 'now dirty'.
This is a child who will happily eat people's havianas if left unattended for a fraction of a second - I don't think cutlery that has dropped onto a sparkling floor for a fraction of a second is going to do him much harm!
I suppose I shouldn't complain about such attentive service but honestly it was a little trying and far from a relaxing lunch I was acutely concious of what might happen every time The Boy's food stuffed fists wavered over the edge of the high chair and I just couldn't wait to get out of there.
The Boy enjoyed himself though.
It's always teething!
So here I was, pleased with the success of blw but still a bit worried that though The Boy obviously liked food and enjoyed eating it he wasn't what you might call scoffing it.
He was eating but always gave the impression that if I didn't bother to give him the food it's not like he'd be bothered.
Earlier this month tooth #1 and tooth #2 appeared and after tooth #2's arrival the boy is eating... I mean really, really eating like, next time we go out he's getting his own meal or I'll starve, eating.
The debris around his chair is now reduced to the stuff he throws over the side deliberately because a) he doesn't like it (red and green pepper and lettuce) or b) he's finished eating and mostly wants to play now.
Now he will finish a bowl of pasta, a small sandwich or a baked potato plus yoghurt and fruit without any problems and has radically reduced his milk intake - a tangible sign of success methinks!
Go The Boy!
He was eating but always gave the impression that if I didn't bother to give him the food it's not like he'd be bothered.
Earlier this month tooth #1 and tooth #2 appeared and after tooth #2's arrival the boy is eating... I mean really, really eating like, next time we go out he's getting his own meal or I'll starve, eating.
The debris around his chair is now reduced to the stuff he throws over the side deliberately because a) he doesn't like it (red and green pepper and lettuce) or b) he's finished eating and mostly wants to play now.
Now he will finish a bowl of pasta, a small sandwich or a baked potato plus yoghurt and fruit without any problems and has radically reduced his milk intake - a tangible sign of success methinks!
Go The Boy!
Friday 7 May 2010
England IV - 1 baby, 3 toddlers and another understanding waitress
Should you be ever be passing Gunwharf Quay in Portsmouth with your baby led weaning baby and be feeling a little peckish, I suggest dropping into Brasserie Blanc.
The have a 'proper' children's menu offering, among other things, freshly made fishcakes or pasta with a choice of sauces. They have highchairs, crayons and paper tablecloths you can draw on (if that's your thing).
And presumably they have a very good cleaning crew as we went in there with six adults one blw weaning toddler, one baby led weaning baby, one (really quite tidy) three year old and a (not so tidy) one year old.
The food was lovely but the chaos we left behind us had to be seen to be believed, again the staff were lovely about the whole thing.
A bit of discount shopping followed by a delicious chaotic dinner with the extended family - my kind of day!
The have a 'proper' children's menu offering, among other things, freshly made fishcakes or pasta with a choice of sauces. They have highchairs, crayons and paper tablecloths you can draw on (if that's your thing).
And presumably they have a very good cleaning crew as we went in there with six adults one blw weaning toddler, one baby led weaning baby, one (really quite tidy) three year old and a (not so tidy) one year old.
The food was lovely but the chaos we left behind us had to be seen to be believed, again the staff were lovely about the whole thing.
A bit of discount shopping followed by a delicious chaotic dinner with the extended family - my kind of day!
England III - A very messy breakfast (and a very understanding waitress)
As part of our trip we spent a few days in Cornwall at the most excellent Trengilly Wartha Inn (which I can't recommend enough by the way, fantastic locally sourced food with an all too extensive wine and spirit list and lovely atmosphere in a beautiful rural spot).
Breakfast was included as part of our stay and when I saw their light beige carpeted Breakfast room I made DH go and get a newspaper to put down (FT, as it happens) the waitress came out and saw our arrangement with newspaper and highchair and laughed saying there's no need to do that... little did she know.
The Boy hoed into a starter of weetabix, followed by toast, which was succeeded by bacon, fried egg, black pudding, grilled tomato and sausage all donated from his generous parent's plates.
He enjoyed and tasted everything but with such an embarrassment of choice he developed a habit (which he still does now) of very deliberately holding any piece of food he has tired of/sucked the flavour out of over the side of the highchair and letting go.
After breakfast DH and I sidled out of the room a bit sheepishly trying not to look at the carnage The Boy had wrought but the next day the waitress greeted us and our baby and our newspaper very cheerily saying "who'd have thought that little dot of a thing could make such a mess".
Is it wrong that I'm proud of him for that!?
Breakfast was included as part of our stay and when I saw their light beige carpeted Breakfast room I made DH go and get a newspaper to put down (FT, as it happens) the waitress came out and saw our arrangement with newspaper and highchair and laughed saying there's no need to do that... little did she know.
The Boy hoed into a starter of weetabix, followed by toast, which was succeeded by bacon, fried egg, black pudding, grilled tomato and sausage all donated from his generous parent's plates.
He enjoyed and tasted everything but with such an embarrassment of choice he developed a habit (which he still does now) of very deliberately holding any piece of food he has tired of/sucked the flavour out of over the side of the highchair and letting go.
After breakfast DH and I sidled out of the room a bit sheepishly trying not to look at the carnage The Boy had wrought but the next day the waitress greeted us and our baby and our newspaper very cheerily saying "who'd have thought that little dot of a thing could make such a mess".
Is it wrong that I'm proud of him for that!?
England II - Pie
You may not know this, but my sister-in-law makes a very good pie.
The Boy thinks so too! He's particularly a fan of pie-juice soaked pastry and ate all of his, then half of mine and then all of his less appreciative cousin's pastry. That's a lot of pastry for a small person.
In the interests of a balanced meal he also discovered a liking for the insidey bits of courgettes which he ate with gusto and threw away the dark green skin.
Who ate all the pie?
The Boy did!
The Boy thinks so too! He's particularly a fan of pie-juice soaked pastry and ate all of his, then half of mine and then all of his less appreciative cousin's pastry. That's a lot of pastry for a small person.
In the interests of a balanced meal he also discovered a liking for the insidey bits of courgettes which he ate with gusto and threw away the dark green skin.
Who ate all the pie?
The Boy did!
Thursday 6 May 2010
England I - Floor Curry
Just don't do it, people!
In an empty headed packing moment I forgot to take our portable high chair jobbie so I figured, on a visit to the recently moved and semi-unpacked in-laws, that it would be basically the same thing if I sat on the floor on his messy mat and held the boy firmly.
Nope.
It was almost impossible to hold my standing, crawling, rolling, wriggling son still; he was on the floor, he could see lots of interesting things, he knew that with just the right twist and wriggle combo he could get away from me to investigate them in person.
He had his carefully selected curry in front of him but was totally unable to concentrate with all the distraction and unusualness so pretty much just threw it around and over the mat, himself, me, passing strangers, whoever.
Then, realising he couldn't get away he turned around to give me a great big sticky, multicoloured, chicken tikka masalarey hug. All over my new jacket.
Floor curry: The Boy 1, Mummy Nil.
In an empty headed packing moment I forgot to take our portable high chair jobbie so I figured, on a visit to the recently moved and semi-unpacked in-laws, that it would be basically the same thing if I sat on the floor on his messy mat and held the boy firmly.
Nope.
It was almost impossible to hold my standing, crawling, rolling, wriggling son still; he was on the floor, he could see lots of interesting things, he knew that with just the right twist and wriggle combo he could get away from me to investigate them in person.
He had his carefully selected curry in front of him but was totally unable to concentrate with all the distraction and unusualness so pretty much just threw it around and over the mat, himself, me, passing strangers, whoever.
Then, realising he couldn't get away he turned around to give me a great big sticky, multicoloured, chicken tikka masalarey hug. All over my new jacket.
Floor curry: The Boy 1, Mummy Nil.
Monday 3 May 2010
England
These are the stories of our adventures in England. They're in no particular order, just as they occur to me.
Some general thoughts about England;
1) It's lovely when it's sunny.
2) The food is a lot better than when I left!
3) The predominance of carpets in homes and pubs makes blw very challenging indeed.
4) The chilly climate makes clothesless blw (which we are big fans of here in HK, make a mess and straight in the bath!) impractical.
Some general thoughts about England;
1) It's lovely when it's sunny.
2) The food is a lot better than when I left!
3) The predominance of carpets in homes and pubs makes blw very challenging indeed.
4) The chilly climate makes clothesless blw (which we are big fans of here in HK, make a mess and straight in the bath!) impractical.
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