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Introducing solids to your baby is an exciting and special time. Another milestone reached by baby and a big step in part of your parenting journey. Starting babies on solids can also be a time of stress and confusion when there are so many differing guidelines, tips and opinions out there on how, what and when to feed baby solids.
As a mother of four children I have made mistakes and discoveries along the way and I have three quick tips to help you simplify starting solids;
- Follow baby’s lead
- Arm yourself with knowledge and trust yourself
- Back yourself up
When to start solids
Once baby is around 6 months old and sitting up with support you can start thinking about what approach you’re going to take to starting solids. Watching for cues, which indicate they are interested and ready, will make introducing solids to baby easier, not to mention a more pleasant experience for all involved!
Starting Baby on Solids
It is recommended to start baby on solid foods with the traditional spoon-feeding of purees.
Along our baby feeding journey we have come to a mixed feeding arrangement which works for us.
Felix eats what we eat for the most part, in easy to pick up and consume pieces. However, as we’re a busy family, there are often nights when we’re having something not suitable for him, we’re out and about, traveling (which seems quite often lately) or if it’s simply a busy night, we use store bought baby food.
Whether it be on its own or to fill out a meal, it’s important to us that we support our food and lifestyle choices by choosing a brand which fits with our ideals and produces high quality, nutritional baby food.
Heinz nutritionists who are also mums approve the recipes. The recipes are produced using high quality ingredients, sourced from Australia where possible and then lovingly made in country Victoria. The meals are steam cooked to lock in the flavours.
All of which gets a big tick from me.
My brief for solids for baby is simple; it needs to be nutritious without preservatives, added sugar or salt (I don’t cook with salt at all) and there needs to be enough flavour to keep baby happy. Nobody likes feeding baby solids they don’t enjoy (mostly because you end up wearing it all!).
With lots of yummy flavours, such as Felix’s current favourites, Heinz Apple and Blueberry Yoghurt and Heinz Chicken, Sweetcorn and Mango, I feel happy to supplement and compliment his meals with their range.
Your baby starting solids is a big deal, for them and you. You’re both learning what works and what doesn’t while trying to create life long healthy eating habits and making sure they are getting everything they need to grow, learn and play.
It seems a daunting concept, so not only do you need to carefully consider when to introduce solids you also have to figure out all the ins and outs of doing so but don’t forget that it is also new and fun.
And remember, no matter which method of feeding you choose, one thing is universal – solid food for babies is a messy business.
Embrace the crazy, messy, fun times!
On Sunday, my little chubba turned the big ONE.
It’s been quite a year. It has flown by so very fast, but there have been days and weeks that have been so, so very looooong. In so many ways, it has been the best year and in others it has been the hardest.
We had a quiet day, playing with his new toys (he was a pro at unwrapping!) and exploring some rock pools before letting him loose on a little cake I made for him. I think he enjoyed himself.
Loving his new toys*
“What is this you’re feeding me? Not sure I like it”
“Oh, yea – turns out I do!”
Clean up time
It’s the first time we’ve done a (teeny tiny) ‘cake smash’ and it was so fun watching him enjoy it. I thought outside was the best bet for keeping the mess to a minimum, surprisingly there wasn’t much!
Have you done a cake smash before?
What have you been up to?
linking up with Jess for #ibot
* Little People Big Animal Zoo gifted to Felix by Fisher Price
Hello, my name is Becky. You might remember from my most recent post. Or maybe not. I’ve been thinking about this blog a lot lately but not getting around to actually blogging, even though I promised myself I would give it a good go this year.
I want to be here but I don’t have the energy to put together words and thoughts into something that makes sense and is worth reading. Although Felix’s sleep has been improving, I’m still struggling badly. It’s too late for it to be an easy fix with some more sleep now. And I don’t want to come here and carry on and whinge about how bad my life is, because it’s not bad, but I’m finding it so hard to enjoy the things I should be.
I also don’t want to not be here, not sharing my struggles because I know the value of sharing the truths of parenthood and postnatal depression. For others and myself.
Mostly, I am furious with myself. That I’m here and can’t find a way around or out. That I feel so frustrated when (all the time) any of my children follow me anywhere (everywhere) and want to share their stories and thoughts constantly. I’m heartbroken, because I love that and it won’t be long before they won’t want to do that but it is SO draining right now.
I hate that, instead of being happy to hear Felix’s waking noises, I sigh and think “Really, already?”.
I’m insanely lonely. I have started feeling overwhelming jealousy when I see mothers out having coffees, doing lunch or posting happy snaps on line with all their mummy friends. I’ve spent three years standing at the front gate at pick up and am still not finding much in the way of friendship. I’ve met some lovely ladies but the people I am expending my energy on while waiting at pick up are mostly those who are happy to move on when someone better to talk to arrives (my favourite time was recently when the lady who approached me stopped midway through her own sentence to go talk to someone else).
I’m hanging in there. Trying to go gently with myself and embrace what I can. Holding onto the idea of the holiday James has bought plane tickets for in August (please, please, please) and just doing what I can.
What else could I possibly do?
Thanks for letting me vent, got anything to get off your chest?
Linking up with Jess for #ibot
You guys, I am currently stuck on the couch.
This little man, he’s giving me a run for my money and right now, is having the best nap he’s had all year – possibly longer, so I dare not move.
I have a planner full of blog post ideas – it’s over there, waaay out of reach. I can see it, mocking me with all it’s great content. I have a memory card and phone full of photos for certain posts but my camera is in my room and the plug for the phone has gone walk about. I promised myself I would blog more this year. Blog or bust. Something like that, I feel like it’s a make of break year for this space.
I’ve got heaps of printing to do, so I’ve lined all that up only to discover the printer is out of paper.
So, here I am – stuck under a hot and sweaty, but totally cute, 10 kilo baby. Thinking random thoughts, busting to do a wee, and hoping lunch is making itself and going to bring itself out (that will happen, right?).
Right now, I am;
Dreaming about what I’d like to do on the imaginary break I’ve planned in my mind. Sleeping and reading and just being alone.
Mentally designing my new tattoo, which will probably end up being my actual block of break time because going away just isn’t on the cards. It’s going to be so pretty.
Imagining myself stand up paddle boarding. I really want to try it but am so uncoordinated that even in my imagination I end up in the water (lucky it’s a hot day, so the water is refreshing and the sting rays are far enough away to not jab me).
Obsessing about when I might get to colour again (and annoyed that it’s over there somewhere!), right now it might be one of the few things keeping me sane right now.
Feeling rebellious. When something online says to ‘double tap’ or ‘like’ an image, I want to yell at them that they can’t tell me what to do and I won’t like on principle (even if I do actually enjoy the post). Apparently I am still a teenager at heart.
Frustrated that I am still struggling to make friends and build a village.
Hoping that Felix doesn’t 1) wake up too soon, 2) wake up grumpy and 3) lose his chub anytime soon.
Wondering how my biggies are doing at school (Jasper didn’t want to go today, which was tough).
And I am (silently, in my head) yelling at the kitchen staff because my lunch still isn’t here and it’s almost time for pick up. Rude. I think I might put in a formal complaint.
What would you be thinking if you were stuck under a sleeping baby?
Linking up with Jess for #ibot.
ETA: He did not wake happy. He was a grump who seemed to need another nap practically instantly. The joys.
This Thursday, I will become a Kindy mum for the third time in four years. I feel confident that I know what I’m doing and, of all the children I’ve sent, Jasper is the most ready in basically every way.
It certainly helps to have older siblings at school when it comes to getting comfortable; there is no better orientation.
Jasper is ready to run the school.
While, I, personally am finding this the hardest start yet. It’s no secret that I struggle with sending my munchies to school. I always want holidays to last longer – even when it’s a struggle and I wish I was capable of homeschooling but I would need a support system for that to be possible, so here we are.
I’m not worried about him in terms of making friends and being capable to learn, getting lost or not knowing what to do. I just hope his beautiful, sensitive and unique self will remain as unchanged as possible while growing and learning. Because school does change things and it isn’t always in the best ways.
He’s ready and I’ve come to accept that my little helper is no longer going to spend most of his time with me. It definitely helps that we have amazing teachers I can trust.
If the next two days could go slowly, though, that would be ace (although, after Thursday, I do get a second chance as he doesn’t go again until Tuesday).
Have you got a littlie starting school this year? How are you feeling?
Linking up with Jess for #ibot
I love this photo. I took it quickly as my four Munchies had a swing together and put my phone back in my pocket without checking it or taking another. They all looked super cute swinging together and I thought it was be a great pic. When I finally looked at it this morning, all I could do was laugh.
Somehow, I seem to have captured exactly how I have been feeling in this moment. Hot, uncomfortable, smothered, slightly optimistic, chubby, over it, exhausted and fed up with my hair and it’s desire to do whatever it pleases. I can so clearly see myself and where I am at in this moment, which I find so fascinating, especially considering they were actually having a blast.
It’s moments like these that are keeping me going right now. Little bursts of light, helping me push through.
Felix is waking every hour and has been doing so consistently for some time now (with the exception of those two nights recently when I made the mistake of thinking things had turned around) due to earaches, heat, teething and over-exhaustion. His day naps are either catnaps or nonexistent.
My exhaustion initially manifested itself exclusively in hardcore anxiety – mostly focused on Felix eating. I find myself obsessing over the food I’m giving him. Namely the size and whether it is soft enough for him to munch on without choking. I cut everything up into pieces, then I cut them again and again and then I cut them in half again. I get to the table, look at what I am about to give him and feel it’s too big. Often, I then don’t offer them and go with something else. Having done baby led weaning with all three big munchies, it is frustrating and ridiculous.
I don’t know why I worry, he just mashes everything into tiny pieces and then licks them off the table anyway…
My anxiety has started to creep into other areas of my life and, unfortunately, starting to see some unpleasant repercussions of having not had enough sleep. I see my crankiness, overwhelm, overreactions, rage, and feel just so blah within myself.
I’m trying, everyday I’m trying, to have patience, to enjoy these holiday days and to regulate my emotions and reactions. Day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute I am fighting to stay in the light and see positives.
Some days it is much harder than others to ignore the lies my mind is telling me; that I am the worst mother ever, that everyone else out there can easily cope with what I cannot, that I am the only mother feeling like this or that I have nothing to offer others just to name a few.
I recently posted a link to an article on my FB page about Mum’s needing a few days off and I am that mum. I’m at breaking point and need to recharge badly. Unfortunately, we don’t have what we need to pull that off. But, that post and others like it remind me I’m not really alone in my struggles, no matter what lies I’m being told.
I’ve got to hold onto that, to the knowledge that other people struggle from time to time to and maybe my words will remind someone else out there that they are not alone in this.
Linking up with Grace for FYBF