But on the upside, seems to have sorted out some of her feeding ishoos a bit. Give her bowl of my stuff and one mouthful and bleurgh and she shuts up shop.
Bring her a jar of bloody tasteless bland gloop five minutes later and she's all open mouthed and guzzling like a good'un.
Don't know whether to be overjoyed that she's eating something, or offended that she doesn't like my cooking (everyone else seems to, I used to be quite the hostess with the mostess in my day, oooh indeed I did...)
At least she'll eat finger food that I've prepared, even if it is only a toast soldier or a chunk of cheese - guess I can't do too much wrong with that .
Littel bugger, honestly...
And to think I used to look SOOOO snootily at mums with jars...
Someone pass me the humble pie...
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