Monthly Archives: June 2015

Finger Food Baby

P1030132-001Mivvy is a Finger Food Baby. I started her on solids at around 6 months and, for a while, I didn’t think she was into it very much, and perhaps she wasn’t. I tried to tempt her with different cereals, and homemade fruit and vegetable purées. On occasion, she would cautiously dip her head towards the spoon and take a little taste, but, more often than not, I would spend mealtimes trying to chase her as she ducked and dived. Even distractions, or the tried-and-tested train technique I remember from my childhood, “here comes the train, chugga, chugga, choo, choo,” failed to do the trick.

Then one evening she reached out for the roasted root veg everyone else was eating, and wolfed it down. What a revelation! I realised that the problem wasn’t the food, but the spoon…and me. Mivvy wanted to feed herself.*

So, suddenly and rather unexpectedly, I found myself in the scary world of baby led weaning. Out went the beautifully-staggered purée approach I had followed with Ickle, and in came a range of foods baby could pick up, hold and munch on. Just simple stuff to start off with: toast fingers with all sorts of toppings, pieces of soft fruit, a variety of steamed veggies. Then branching out a little bit more with cheese sticks (the stringy ones you can pull apart), rice cakes, Cheerios, and more.

And now, finally, we are on real food, people. Over the last couple of weeks, Mivvy has sampled French Toast, Tuna Pasta Salad, Chicken and Apple Balls, Fruity Ice Pops, and Zucchini Fritters, amongst others. Oh, and some delicious, bready Raspberry Oat Bars that Ickle and I rustled up for a breakfast treat.P1030118Not everything was an instant hit with little miss, and a lot ended up on the floor, but Mivvy’s “mmm” of enjoyment when her food hits the spot makes it all worthwhile. There’s no stopping this baby now.P1030150* Apparently self-feeding in babies can be an early sign of a strongly independent nature. Ha! I wonder where Mivvy got that from?

The Entrance Farmers Market

The Entrance has not been a destination of choice for Family Ickle. I could put this down to the travel time to get there: a 40-minute drive away, it really has to be worth the effort. However, if truth be told, it actually has more to do with my first, and only, visit there a couple of years ago. We went mid-week to catch up with a friend over lunch, and I was not inspired. The streets were empty and the shop fronts shabby; in fact, the whole place had a well-past-its-heyday kind of feel about it. And, to add insult to injury, just as we were leaving, we were waylaid by a rather odd lady in the car park who tried to tickle Ickle’s toes and just would not go away. All-in-all, not a very positive start.P1030201However, I don’t give up so easily. The Entrance also happens to host a twice-monthly Farmers Market, which I have wanted to check out for ages. And last weekend, we finally made it. Just a girls’ excursion: the littlies, Nana L and me. Plus some cash and a large shopping basket, aka the storage underneath The Stroller. Saturday dawned, clear and beautiful, and the sun gradually took the morning chill out of the air. Memorial Park was a sea of tents, with stalls selling everything from locally-grown fruit and vegetables to handmade fudge and intricate Vietnamese origami cards.P1030176P1030179Ickle, of course, was not remotely interested in visiting the market, especially once she caught sight of the playground at the water’s edge. And the ornamental pond with its brightly-coloured sculptures (squint and you could almost be at the Stravinsky Fountain).P1030167 P1030169So, we went on a slight detour from the main purpose of the visit, before persuading her there were lots of yummy things to see ‘over there’. And, although a little overwhelmed by the crowds (and there were a lot of people), she enjoyed her look around the stalls, especially when asked to assist with a few purchases. Meanwhile, Baby Mivvy, firmly ensconced in The Stroller, seemed to take the social scene in her stride.

And the buzz of the market met with my approval, too. This was The Entrance in a different light: vibrant, fresh and fun, set against a stunning backdrop of water glinting in the winter sun.