Peeled, chopped and
cooked endless fruits and vegetables. Tick
Pureed, divided into
baby potions and frozen the endless fruit and vegetables. Tick
Been easier to just
buy baby food. Tick
Would I have done it
differently? Of course not!
“Whhooooaaa... she’s huge!”
Not quite the
reaction I’d been looking for when I took Little One out of her buggy in front
of family I hadn’t seen since Christmas. The thing is, they are right.
For the record,
my precious little girl is not overweight, she is just exceptionally tall. Little
One is now more than a third of my height, and I am 5 foot 9. Great if she
wants to do the pole vault, be a basketball player or keep giraffes... or be a
super-model! However, right now it means that my (ahem) little five month old
girl is wearing 9 to 12 month clothes, she has outgrown her car seat and I am
looking at the 1 year clothes that have been put away and wondering if I can
get a refund on them?
It is a good
thing that business is also growing as I will have to raid the old piggy banks
again.
What’s more, as
she has these continuous growth spurts (and they are continuous) the Milk Monster
goes in to full force. And now we have also been joined by the Grub Guzzler,
who wolfs down pureed fruit and veg at the rate of knots... apart from the bits
smeared round the face, across sleeves and ‘raspberry-spayed’ over Mummy!
Does height
matter? I have had this conversation many times during my life, as I was a very
tall child and seemed to awkwardly tower above most of my friends. But I love
my height and I think that with her larger than life personality and zest for
adventure, my (not so) little girl will make the most of her height and stand
proud in life. Plus I already have some beautiful dresses put away for her and
I look forward to the day we can swap shoes.
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