On our last visit to Christchurch (we left exactly a week almost to the hour before the quake, again), we did something I haven’t plucked up the courage to do at home yet.
We painted. Or rather, Harriet painted.
There were some learning curves at the start. If we squeezed the paint into saucers, she naturally thought they were something both highly colourful and edible. When we squirted small blobs onto the paper, then things started happening.
The only problem then became that things didn’t stop happening.
Let’s just say, it’s wise to run the bath before beginning the painting.
H and I spent a lovely day in the kitchen yesterday. We were both very pleased with the results. I was trying out a sugar-free biscuit recipe as part of my quest to find foods that are easy to hold to give to H, and it’s hard to find things that don’t contain loads of sugar or salt. These biscuits can be found here here. Not sure they were a total hit… lovely and moist, but the banana is leaving me a bit cold. [Edited to add… I wasn’t so keen, but H was pretty into the one she had for afternoon tea on Saturday] These Apple Breakfast Bars have been far more successful and are a breakfast staple around here, just to break up the tedium of Marmite toast. Suggestions for baby friendly finger food would be much appreciated!
H loved playing with ‘real’ objects, and things that she hadn’t seen or handled (like onions!) before. Sometimes toys are overrated.
Buttons. They can completely change the flavour of a garment, they can make of break your knitting. And it’s really hard to find good ones. They’re all plastic, and they are either old lady-ish, a rugby ball, something pink and cheap looking or faaaaar too expensive for the likes of me. Tracking down a goody is hard.
Anyway, I’ve finally finished the finishing of the cable cardigan from Drops.
My plan all along had been to go with red buttons and to sew a red and white striped ribbon up the edge where the buttons sat. But somehow I left Goldings with orange buttons instead. When I laid them out, they were great, but really orange. In the centre of each one, I’ve sewn in a white and a turquoise bead from a mini-stash my aunt sent me.
It seems to tone down the orange, without reducing its effectiveness. I’m very pleased with the result! And when Harriet finally gets to wear it (in 6 months time, it’s photograph over a size 1 year tee… I think my blocking worked), hopefully she’ll have grown out of eating small choke-able objects!
And custard? I can do it myself, thanks.
Oh, sorry, what did you say? I’ve got custard, where? Behind my ears… I know, I was storing it for later. In my hair… well, what do you condition with? Up my nose… I like the smell. And anyway, Mummy, there’s custard all over you as well.
So in our house, this is really the truth. I am doing no leading. Harriet is in almost total control here, and it’s a wee bit frightening for the precedent alone. Harriet was so keen to start the eating process, she has been grabbing food out of my hands, and way too often it was of the chocolate variety. I did my reading and we started solids. I mashed and pureed, Harriet spat out and clamped her jaw shut. Then she reached for whatever I was eating.
She wouldn’t eat baby rice. She wouldn’t eat pureed apple. She wouldn’t eat pureed pear. She would eat rusks… and she kept grabbing food out of my hands. So I gave in, and now am really pleased I hadn’t bought a stick whiz!
Things she will eat so far: apples (I give her a whole apple with a bite out of it and she just sucks it), rice crackers, broccoli, courgette, cauliflower, toast (with jam or Marmite), carrot, kumara and pumpkin.
And although I haven’t had to buy a stick whiz or a mouli, I have invested in long sleeved bibs, and huge plastic floor mat, wipe clean placemats and Gill Rapley’s book.
It’s really interesting to watch her eat. Instead of just opening and closing her mouth for a spoon, she really investigates her food. She pokes holes on the courgette, pincer grips bits of cracker, squeezes broccoli to let the water run out and mashes the pumpkin everywhere!
Not my day knitting-wise today… This vest from Drops is the largest project I’ve tried, and although I’m a pretty competent knitter, I’m pretty terrible at reading charted knitting patterns. I much prefer words, which may be why/because I was an English teacher. If a patten says ‘slip two stitches onto a needle behind the piece, then…’, I am far more likely to not spend my afternoon frogging my knitting. There’s nothing more demoralising when you’re using 3 ply.
But.. what do you think of the colours? The slate-ly navy for a vest and the moss green (it’s less lime in real life) for the hat/scarf combo. I had originally thought the other way round, but thought Harriet might become Friar Tuck if I put her in a Band of Merry Men style jerkin.
Also not my day for mail…
The baby got it. And then the whole thing was too cute to stop… so I grabbed the camera instead. Hoping the letter from the bank was a statement, and nothing important, ‘cos it’s just one slobbery mass now.
I am pleased to report though, there is now only half a sleeve left to do on my burgundy jersey, and I’ve found some awesome ribbon for the closure in Magnolia on College St. Getting quite excited about my idea, but clearly not excited enough to finish the damn thing!