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Taking a toddler to Amsterdam…

I won’t lie. I had been dreading this holiday for a good couple of weeks. Who the hell takes an extremely independent, sometimes aggressive, slightly dramatic 15 month old to a city like Amsterdam? Me and Mr. GTMHTC do. And it was the best holiday ever. Truth be told, the month leading up to this little getaway was filled with tonsillitis, frantic dark mornings getting ready for work and slight panic about taking her on a plane (AKA me panicking about flying. Ew flying!), but I solemnly swear that every single nook and cranny of this trip was perfect. The 3am get up, the zero degrees – she never moaned. She just ate and smiled her way through this glorious city, taking it all in and making us extremely proud. So let’s get to the good part: What did I eat? Honestly? It would probably be better to ask what I didn’t eat… This mini city break was completely different to any other for me because now we’ve got Maggie and I was so excited …

When you’ve raised a baby foodie…

As soon as she appeared, I knew she was going to be a foodie. 1-I am her Mother. She had no choice.  2-I was planning a whole baby range in my head… 3-The girl was 9lb 6oz for goodness sake. She was born ready for food! But what I didn’t anticipate was how quickly the weaning process moved. All of a sudden, she doesn’t want me to feed her anymore, oh no. She wants to feed herself and even put her whole face on her high-tray so she can rub her nose in to the fish pie I’ve just given her. I know, standard baby behavior.  But what I mean is, she’s genuinely interested. She’s not being fussy (OK sometimes she is), she just wants to eat what we are eating, and when we are eating. To me, that’s not a bad thing, is it? For her to want to be involved at the table enjoying what the family are. Last weekend she came out for lunch with me and my parents which I shan’t …

Travelling to Devon with a baby and biscuits…

Surely that’s the only way to do it right? You get through five hours of driving to Devon with a baby with biscuits and not just one, like a whole pack and then when they’ve ran out, you pray to god you’ve timed that moment with a nap. We’re off on our summer hols to beautiful Devon. It’s pretty exciting because both Mr. GTMHTC’s siblings have also just had babies, so it’s the first of many joint adventures for us all. Isn’t that just lovely though? A huge family holiday complete with Grandma and Grandad, all the cousins together in their little sun hats and hopefully some decent weather and a truck load of scones. Now, they are the kind of memories that’s worth driving five hours for. Even if I’m already sick of hearing row, row, row your boat music from Maggie’s book, covered in coffee from his driving and she’s refusing to sleep. Yep. All for the memories!  Catch up on the latest Devon adventure this week – and any cream tea recommendations …

My first holiday with a baby…

She’s just gone 7 months and who knew that one tiny person could need soooooo much to go on one tiny holiday across the Channel? Nappies. Wipes. Food. Freezer trays (gotta love weaning). The blitzer. The masher. Teething rings. And THEN it came to me. You know what? People in France have babies.  In fact they love babies and whatever I find I don’t have when I get there, they will have in a French supermarket. There. Done. And from then on I simply let us enjoy the whole experience. Maggie had some croissant. I had the rest. She even had her first beef stew made with French “boeuf” and yep, garlic. It was perfectly delicious and one of the most wonderful things in life is to see and be inspired by is how French children sit there and order seafood or as a matter of fact, sit there and know how to eat and converse and enjoy themselves at a dinner table. I adore the fact that she’s come on her first experience. I’m …

The baby and the baguette…

I’ve been awake since 6am. Which is actually a blessing here in France because if I were to be at home in England it would be (urgh) 5am. It got to 8am and nap time was DEFFO arriving so I did what any other self respecting French woman would do. I put the scarf on I bought at the market the other day. I tied my hair in a chic little bun. Then, I whacked the sunnies on and put Maggie in the pram knowing that right now, there was a queue at the bakery around the corner just full of French ladies and gents waiting for the freshest of bread. Know I know why the French always look good. They get up, they get out and they get fresh air in their lungs and in their perfectly cleansed faces before the day has even begun. They eat hand made foods and feel fabulous from it. I could get used to this. The baguette life however is too much for my Maggie!  

The day Maggie May had food!

Mr. GTMHTC actually looks at me like I’ve lost my mind when I say this, but I’ve been waiting for the day when I’m looking at my little Maggie May and she has food smeared across her little cheeks with a big smile on her face. Food! The thing we eat three or more times a day.  As you all know, I’ve had her in the high chair since the word go practically, allowing her to take in our meal times and see how we all laugh at one another – or stab if you just take the last roastie – and interact at the most important social occasions of our daily lives. The day was upon us. The milk just wasn’t doing it for her anymore. For gods sake she tried to grab my cheese and pickle before my very eyes. She’s ready… And bless her little chubby chipolata toes, she just took it from a spoon, smiled and reached out for more. Now that’s my gal! The fun begins here, right? I am …

Teaching a 4 month old about food…

Erm calm down Emily, calm down! Alright, I know it sounds a little full on but I haven’t shoved a roast dinner down her neck or anything. No, what I’m talking about is allowing my little Maggie to witness family meal times and to watch me in the kitchen cooking while she chills out in her chair, probably slightly fascinated/scared of this crazy Mummy mouthing, “now this my darling is a sweet potato and it’s a WONDERFUL, yes WONDERFUL thing!” I don’t think she’s too young. I believe what she soaks up now is atmosphere; she takes in what is going on around her be it me introducing her to how to chop an onion (from afar) or the laughter and buzz that comes from our family sat around the table, passing each other the veg and fighting over the skin on the rice pudding. Food to most these days is either one extreme or the other. I feel as if we’re either hearing about an obesity epidemic or the latest diet: What kind of …