Food....grrr

Don't talk to me about baby food. I have all these grand plans of how I am going to avoid fussy eating and toddler/parent battles at the future dinner table, and I can't even get a nearly 7-month old to eat Farex. Or mashed banana, or pumpkin and sweetcorn, or pureed apple. Grandma can get her to eat. Grandad can get her to eat. Grandjan can get her to eat. I expect the council workers pruning the trees up and down our street could probably get her to enjoy a few good mouthfuls, too. Mum can't.

Bloody child.

However, I blame my breasts. I bet if they weren't there, she'd tuck right in.