Showing posts with label granola. Show all posts
Showing posts with label granola. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Baby Led Weaning

Right now I can take the time to post because Evelyn is sitting in her high chair eating. And by eating, I do really mean that. Except right now her version on eating is more about exploring the food with her hands, mouth, face and belly.

Current mess on the high chair? Bananas and yogurt.

She is absolutely loving food. We decided to introduce it in the style known as "baby led weaning" which is just a fancy phrase that means baby gets to decide what happens: what she puts in her mouth, when, how much she swallows, and on and on. We do not put anything into her mouth for her.

Oh no, you think, but how will she get enough food in her to fill her up?? The short answer is: She won't. Breastmilk will be her main source of nutrition until up around 9months, at which point her fine motor and chewing skills will have developed enough to let her eat for nutirition's sake. And even then, "Food before One is Just for Fun!"

There is so much more behind this topic, and if you are really interested, google "Baby Led Weaning" it's okay if they send you to the UK for it. That's sort of where it got popular.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Re start.. again...

I am trying to start this up. Again. I'm hoping since life has somewhat reached a calm state that I'll be able to do this on a regular basis.

Lots of things have changed since July. Namely, I had the baby :) We named her Evelyn (recently nicknamed "Buck"). And by "we" and I mean that I picked it. Because 12 hours of "labour" followed by a c-section entitles a woman to that right. (but more on the birth story later...)

Another change - I have embraced my inner hippie! We are now a baby-wearing, cloth diapering, family cloth using (only ask if you really want to know), room sharing family. And have lots of plans for Buck's future - baby led weaning, extended breast feeding, extended rear-facing, and much much more. Since having the baby, my inner activist has reared her ugly head, and I have started advocating for things such as keeping our baby boys intact.

One final change, I've gone back to church. The LDS church, if you were curious.

So there we go. You're all caught up.