For the first time in over two years papa and I enjoyed a long weekend away, just the two of us, no kids. We flew to Brussels to go to one of the best rock music festivals in Europe, Rock Werchter.
Ah, the eating chapter. There are days when it tires me to my core. James is a completely unpredictable and fussy eater. One day he wants to feed himself the next day he screams bloody murder when I put a slice of avocado in front of him. He’s also slim for his age but of course that’s because he’s too busy burning off whatever he does actually eat. So I’ve had to do some homework and find tasty treats and combinations that he likes. Here’s what’s working with James lately.
JAMES IS ONE!
Georgie has eczema. Since he was three years old he’s suffered with the condition that causes dry, inflamed, irritable and itchy skin. While we are currently winning the battle against it by adjusting his diet- something I will write about soon- when James’s little legs started developing dry, red patches I immediately began trying out a plethora of home remedies I would once try with Georgie when he was a baby. One I had never tried, which I didn’t even think to try and which has shocked me with its effectiveness, is beeswax.
Georgie lay down beside me and rubbed my belly. My mummy tummy. That flabby bit of fat I hate with all my might. The one that prevents me from wearing tight tops and the one I look at every night and sigh. Then he said: I love you mummy. And your belly.