Something a little bit momentous occurred here yesterday: Miss T had her first taste of real food (if you can call rice cereal 'real food').
She's 25 weeks and turns 6 calendar months next week, so I figure that's close enough to starting point. For the past few weeks T has been eyeing our food very hungrily - surely a sign she may be ready?
I was heading to the supermarket yesterday (on my own... yay... this is the nearest I am going to get to a day at the spa or a mini-break - sad or what?!) and so I picked up some rice cereal for her.
We cracked it open, mixed it with some breastmilk, popped on a bib and - lo - she ate.
Boy, did she eat. She gobbled it up.
It was as though she was saying, "Oh you people, didn't you realise I've been starving for weeks? There you are torturing me with your bikkies and your sandwiches and all I get is boring old milk..."
I felt a little sad to let go of my tiny baby who feeds only from me - though that will continue, it's just that she will have other food too.
So we've dragged the highchair up from the garage and given it a good hose-down.
Am braced for my kitchen to again become a baby destructo-zone. Smeared carrot, anyone?