Thursday, 23 February 2012

Weaning day 1 - oh the humanity!

This isn't weaning strictly speaking, the wee one is still a breast milk fan, but for a long time now Issy has been fascinated by whatever it is we happen to be shovelling down our gob-holes at each meal so we decided to start introducing her to food.

I was going to write a paragraph about how cautious we're being here, but I think it's quite evident that we know how to look after our daughter's well-being so rest assured all is well.

One of the main guidelines for this exercise (according to the book my wife read) is to make the whole exercise seem quite normal, and a big part of this is NOT laughing at the youngling while she's tearing her food to shreds and running her own personal experiments into the viscosity and spreadability of various foodstuffs.  Not tittering while Issy smears food anywhere she can is hard enough, but it's almost impossible to keep from belly-laughing when Issy's face betrays her opinion of the taste any of any morsels that actually manage to make it to her mouth.

Have a look at these photos from Issy's first proper food adventure and I'm sure you'll understand why we're struggling to keep straight faces at meal times.

A photo a day, and Issy's first pub lunch.

Issy at her first pub lunch,
that's Uncle Graham in the background
For a few weeks now I've been taking at least one photo of Issy a day and sending it to the aunties, uncles and grandparents. I realised that back when we were babies (in the 1970s - ha!) taking and sharing photos was an expensive and slow process, but now with smartphones and the interwebs taking a photo and emailing it takes a matter of seconds, so for as long as I can I'm going to take a photo of Issy every day.  I only wish I'd thought of it sooner; it would have been brilliant to have a photo of our baby from every day since birth.

And here's the other reason to take a photo a day
Every day Issy seems to change totally - she'll notice so much more, interact with more consideration and continues to become exponentially more fascinated with the world around her.  It's quite alarming to think that our tiny baby is nearly half a year old, I'm making a concerted effort to absorb every moment of her growing up, but there's just to much to take note of that it all becomes a bit of a blur.  When Issy was born both sets of grandparents admitted that they could barely remember any of the day to day detail of living with a newborn, and at first I couldn't believe that anyone could forget any of this wonderment, but now I understand it totally!

All is well!

Issy snap by Issy's Uncle Mark
I know, I'm sorry, I haven't posted for a very long time, but oh boy have we been busy!  Now that Issy is coming up for six months old we feel like we're really getting to know her as the proper little person that she is.

The first few months were a bit crazy but apparently that's totally normal for new parents, and if I've learnt anything over the last few months it's that there appears to be nothing new under the sun when it comes to parenting; no matter how well or badly you think you're coping there's always someone somewhere who has done the same or felt the same way.

Now that we're getting into the swing of this parenting lark I've got say that I'm loving it - my wife and I both agree that our lives very much seemed to start 'properly' when Issy was born, and all experiences can be split into 'PI' and 'AB' (pre-Issy and after-birth).

I could quite cheerfully fill this blog post with gushing loving sentiment about my little girl but it has all been said before by folk far more eloquent than I.

In summary baby = yay!