Weaning

We have just started formally weaning Annabelle; whilst away in the UK and Dubai we would give her the odd ‘snack’, Granny (Matt’s mum) gave her some custard, Matt gave her some yoghurt and my sister gave her some banana and pumpkin, but we weren’t following anything structured.

To be honest, I was quite scared about weaning. I felt unprepared and frankly, clueless. My sister shared her knowledge with me and let me borrow her Annabel Karmel recipe book, I also read Gina Fords weaning book and the Baby Led Weaning book. As usual I think there is a lot of literature out there that can end up overwhelming us rather than assisting us. I was worried about allergies, about choking, about her digestive system not be ready…all sorts of things, but actually I have learned, it’s fun! I love pureeing up the food (sado!) and I love feeding her, watching her reaction and making a mess.

Mmm, Sweet Potato

Mmm, Sweet Potato

I remember a friend of mine telling me she felt sad when she started weaning as for the first time in her baby’s life she was taking nutrition from an outside source and no longer so dependent on her mother. I could certainly understand her situation, but I’m pleased to say I find it a wonderful milestone and an exciting time ahead, possibly because I love my food so much!

The down side is that I can’t just grab my bag and run out the door now. If Annabelle gets hungry when we’re on the go I can pacify her with my boobs, but sooner or later she’s going to want some substance. The other down side is, well, the little surprises she leaves in her nappy!

Phases, Phases, Phases

Every time Annabelle is a touch grizzly I say “I think she’s teething, I think she’s having a growth spurt, it’s just a phase!”. I have learned that everything to do with babies is a phase. They have a sleepy phase, an alert phase, a grumpy phase, a drooling phase, a noisy phase. My goodness if they’re not doing today what they did yesterday then it’s a phase, or if they aren’t doing what we want them to do, it’s a phase!

Annabelle has been going through a rather noisy/grizzly phase of late. She has just discovered a rather high-pitched part of her voice and she likes to use it (normally during meetings or when I’m on the phone!). She also seems to be getting bored with nearly everything; being on her tummy, being on her back, being in her bumbo (which I can’t put her in anymore anyway, since her wee fat thighs get stuck!) She likes her bouncer and she’s enjoying learning to sit. But if we’re not entertaining her one way or another she’s squealing with disgust! I keep saying it’s a phase, or maybe she’s teething, a little while back I wondering if maybe she’s ready for solids, as she does seem to get grouchy about 30mins before her usual feeding time.

 

Trying Annabelle on Solids

Trying Annabelle on Solids

Generally Missing her Mouth

Generally Missing her Mouth

Either way, I think we should try and cut babies some slack. We watch their every move and expect one day to be identical to the next. Even as adults we’ll sleep well one night and not the next, we’ll be hungrier one day and not the next. Every day we feel slightly different, happy, tired, frustrated or excited… Surely babies are the same?

Still, I will continue to blame teething for her grizzles until I can find a new phase to blame it on.

Indian Men Love Babies!

Ever since Annabelle was born we have been stopped in the street for people to pinch her cheeks, bless her, tell us what we’re not doing right or how she should be dressed. As frustrating as some of these things can be, it is fair to say that Indians, as a nation, love babies. And what’s more, the men seem to be the most interested.

We really noticed this when we went on holiday to Kerala a couple of weeks ago. The gentleman sitting next to us on the plane had Annabelle out of Matt’s arms before we could even sit down. He was chatting to her about the journey, showing her the workmen outside the plane window and generally having a whale of a time.

The staff at the hotel where we stayed was equally enamored with Annabelle but once again it was the men that seemed keener to hold her and interact with her. Our waiter, Philip was just adorable. He would take our order, bring our drinks, bring our food and then take Annabelle off for a walk around the restaurant, into the gardens, chatting away to her. It was very sweet to watch.

Philip with Annabelle

Philip with Annabelle

 

Even our driver, watchman and ‘sweeper’ in our building coo over her, chat to her, click their fingers in her face (yea, that’s pretty annoying!). I am always surprised how the women will come over take a peek and walk away but the men are the ones to stop and chat, or try and interact with Annabelle.

We have just returned from holiday in Dubai and were once again impressed by the level of interest the Indian men took to Annabelle (and my sisters baby boy). We hired a boat one day and the Captain was Indian. When the boat was anchored up for swimming he had Annabelle wrapped in a towel in his arms, he wouldn’t let her go!

Captain Chennai

Captain Chennai

Indian men have taken a bit of rap in the media lately, but it’s fair to say there are many kind and gentle men out there.