Friday, 14 August 2009

Baby snacks

I found some crisps without milk in - you'd be surprised. Vegetable ones from PRET 74p. They are lightly salted but I've given up worrying about giving Erbie the occasional thing with salt or sugar. Everything in moderation I say, apart from dairy.

Posted by westendmum at 10:10
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Anonymous said...

I like those!

14 August 2009 at 17:17

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