Last year at this time I was working, while also being pregnant, so my life was made up of endless to-ing and fro-ing, running around from here to there and trying to get from one place to another, doing a million things and worrying I was doing none of them well (so, not much has changed, you might say…). So, when I learned that the Girl would have to take in an offering for the school’s Harvest Festival fare, with the proceedings going to charity, I felt it as an imposition and a cause for hassle.
From working Mummy to baking Mummy
of weaning the Girl four years ago was a NIGHTMARE. After starting her on solids too early because I was so keen to start, then stopping and starting again when she was six months old, things did not improve much the second time around. She gained very little weight, was fussy and often unhappy, and I quickly grew despondent and defeated, and hated pretty much every mealtime. In contrast, weaning the Boy has been an ABSOLUTE DREAM: he devours anything I give him, a whole 2 oz of puree at each meal (I was actually worried I was overfeeding him at first, since the books say that babies should only take about 1 oz at the beginning), and if anything, I can shovel food into his mouth fast enough for his liking! Of course, you could tell me that this is the typical difference between a girl and a boy, and my kids do seem to fit the stereotype. The Girl has always been dainty and diddy, on the 25th centile of development, and she has always worn clothes for a younger age than her own because she is so skinny; in contrast, the Boy is chubby, chunky, sturdy, and he has been on the 75th centile since birth. However, I am sure that there is more to it than just stereotypes, particularly when it comes to something so delicate and complex as the weaning process… Here is what I have learned: 
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