Showing posts with label Food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Food. Show all posts
Saturday, 7 May 2011
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Saturday, 15 December 2007
Grand Prix Chair
Lucy has pretty much grown out of her BumBoo seat now so she has switched to her high chair for feeding duties. Unfortunately the seat is quite slippy so she slides quite a long way down before the harness stops her. In fact it is kind of like she is sitting in a racing car.

Clearly emulating Lewis Hamilton is not a problem for the Sprockmeister.

Another successful feeding at the Zoo. And as luck would have it a small amount of the food even went down her throat rather than down her face and clothes!

Clearly emulating Lewis Hamilton is not a problem for the Sprockmeister.

Another successful feeding at the Zoo. And as luck would have it a small amount of the food even went down her throat rather than down her face and clothes!
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Monday, 13 August 2007
Real Food!
Quite a momentous day. For the first time we decided to try feeding Lucy something other than Mummy's milk. We decided to start off with a bit of pureed apple. We were expecting the Sprock to be a bit resistant but she was well up for it. The only problem was that she insisted on holding the apple puree covered spoon in the same way that she had held a bottle. Sticky.

But before long she was opening wide every time the spoon came towards her mouth. This lady loves apple.

However, even though Lucy obviously liked her new meal, it was clear that this was going to be a messier job that feeding her a bottle. All over her face, her hands, her top and Daddy. Mucky pup.

Still, Daddy and Lucy were very proud to have survived her first real meal. And Mummy was on the sidelines taking photo's and telling Lucy how clever she was.

But before long she was opening wide every time the spoon came towards her mouth. This lady loves apple.

However, even though Lucy obviously liked her new meal, it was clear that this was going to be a messier job that feeding her a bottle. All over her face, her hands, her top and Daddy. Mucky pup.

Still, Daddy and Lucy were very proud to have survived her first real meal. And Mummy was on the sidelines taking photo's and telling Lucy how clever she was.
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