Yesterday we started weaning. The word WEANING leaves little room for imagination, and even less promising on the scale ... I mean that we are already so with only milk and eight pounds and six hundred grams! But the appetite begins to make more content, reached five months, I admit. Appetite, I say, not curiosity. For one thing, this morning I open the fridge and drink from the neck of a bottle and what does he do? Stretches out her hand to plump and moist, grapefruit juice in question. Oh my God - I say - that there is proof!
But bravo, my puppy assault with a refrigerator!
Returning to the point, yesterday afternoon we met for the first time in sampling the apple homogenate, Mellin precisely.
At first he made a puzzled face, like "What is' this stuff?" (Ref. teaspoon of the orange rubber), then thought to plastered all over the Musino with chopped sweet (more bitter than anything else, I've tasted) the apple of her mother.
Taster appetizer after, he even liked it. Of course, because we had to laugh about how stupid noises and flapping of the lips, not only in reference to my sides, which were a result of its "bitter mouth" just the tip of the homogenized down in the mouth.
What a sweet, not the apple. My love!
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