Saturday, 28 February 2009

First meal in a restaurant

Although Erbie has been to many restaurants already, this was his first meal in one. Only a Pizza Express on Charlotte Street, but a first no less. It was about 3 o'clock, so not very busy and Erbie was due a feed, this was pure chance, as we'd been out walking - I'm not that organised. They offered a high chair and we accepted, strapped him in and pulled him up close to the table. Pizza Express have just started offering 'Plum' baby dishes, a sweet and a savoury, we went for savoury -pureed spinach, parsnip and basil. He couldn't get it in fast enough, I had to ask for an extra spoon, he was busy trying to feed himself and I was helping with another. Some of it went up his nose, on his sleeves, on the table, but not too bad going at all. Daddy was spoon fielder, and missed 3 times but sterilised it in his Peroni. I gave him a little drink of water afterwards and was smiles all round. We grown ups ate a pizza each and had a beer and a glass of red, yum. Erbie continued with his rubber duck. He started to get a little over excited at the end, so I stroked his head and whispered close to his ear, this seemed to do the trick, but we didn't want to be the couple with the annoying baby, so whipped him out and home before you could say Plum baby food is really rather good. I'm sure he still managed to break three hearts before leaving. I left his bottle on the table, but daddy has just retrieved it.
This isn't the baby led weaning way, but I didn't want to breastfeed him and he was hungry, and it turned out to be a lovely experience shared as a family.

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