Despite being determined to wait the magical six months to wean the boy, my partner and I got our dates a bit mixed up and started earlier than originally planned. I am including the other half in this as he was the one who, last Sunday, said. ‘Shall I put this strawberry in his mouth and see what happens?’ So we did and the boy lapped its juices like an iddy biddy pussy cat. We cooed over the cuteness and were impressed with how chilled out we were this time around. Then the arrival of the first ‘non boobie milk only’ poo arrived and suddenly my new born was gone. I blinked and I missed it. Again.
So here is my run down of how weaning has changed in the three years since we had our daughter. I was going to call it a ‘guide’ but this is anything but a guide.
Wait five months. Grab left over strawberries from child number one’s dinner and see if child number two knows what to do when there is one being dangled in front of him (by the other half – I was all for waiting six months…)