Solid work
There. He's eating now. So far, he's had a taste of apple, pear, banana, cereal, formula milk, zucchini and a hint of carrot. He hasn't finished his dishes. Not even close. But we're working on it and today we can proudly announce Muffin is really in his solid food age. Can i drop my fork and have a quick nap on the kitchen floor now?

No complaining... It wouldn't look good to say this whole thing is exhausting and i feel my train might derail soon. It would look awful to admit that organizing the baby food plus the breast feeding plus the general baby care is secretly ploughing a tunnel of crazy tiredness through my brain, and i can't think straight for too long.

Don't get me wrong. Looking at Bruno in his high chair, staring intently at the green plastic spoon and then pulling the funniest disgust face when the food touches his lip is both hillarious and beautiful. It's a milestone. It's our baby growing up before our eyes.

But i have to say something. I have to confess. I could do with a good night sleep to recover from the solid (food) work. Or a family chef. Or a shampoo that actually keeps my hair clean. Or maybe the fairies could come visit and leave a bit of self house cleaning magic dust on their way out. Though just the one night sleep would do, really.

Please excuse my moaning.