Weaning

Before and after. Following a few nights on the run with Dom uncharacteristically waking up hungry, we decided to try the little man on 'solid' (well, 'sloppy') food.*

For the record, his first meal was baby rice but he's since tucked in to some of Helen's pureed carrots which he seemed to prefer (that's not my boy?). In a fit of super-efficiency we now have a freezer half-full of ice-cube trays of apple, carrot, pear, sweet-potato, parsnip and butternut squash. First, I lost the dedicated beer-fridge to make way for the tumble-dryer for his nappies; now space ear-marked for meat-pies is being turned over to mushed veggies. He's pushing it, I tell you.

He seems not to mind the food itself but takes exception to the spoon, as expressed by a satisfyingly broad range of comedy gold expressions. After weeks of crowd-pleasing cheesey smiles it seems we're finally back in with a shot at the You've Been Framed £250 without having to 'accidentally' shove him backwards down a slide.

*I'd like to make it clear that in no way is this diet any sort of deliberate attempt to build him up to a fighting weight following inferences from the ginger corner that Evie could 'have' Dominic. Besides, after an ill-advised bath-sharing experiment I can report that Dominic can inflict pain out of all proportion to his flyweight frame.