Where has the time gone? It only seems like yesterday I was wolfing down vindaloos and guzzling raspberry leaf tea in order to start my labour.

I can’t believe it, Elijah is now six months old. Wow. Not only does it mean time is flying faster than Roadrunner fleeing from the Coyote, but that it is time to move on to a new stage – weaning.

All the signs were there, he was sitting up, putting his hands in his mouth (along with everything else) and was watching me eat like hawk about to tuck into its prey.

So it began. My little boy had grown up and was now sitting at the table as one of the family. He took to it with ease. Ok, I admit we had a few winces and squished up facial expressions as if I had been feeding him lemons, but he soon got into the swing of things.

Mashed apples, bananas, sweet potato and the like went down a treat, but I should not have been surprised really – he looks like his dad, has the temperament of his dad and now eats like his dad.

Now there is a myth that while being pregnant it is all about eating for two. Well it seems that myth has reared its ugly head in the past week.

While feeding my son I have heard myself utter those dreaded words ‘One for Elijah and one for mummy.’ Now please don’t think I am depriving my son of his precious food and starving him (I always make a little extra don’t you worry) I am simply showing him how to do it. (If you believe that, you will believe anything).

Apart from that it has been business as usual – washing bottles, changing nappies, cleaning the house and starting to think about losing the baby belly.

But in the meantime, I think I’ll have another rusk.

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