The tin of baby milk prescribes five feeds a day - a total that Harriet has not managed since she was very small. That said, there is nothing about her that suggests that she is not eating well enough because she is now too big for the Moses basket and has moved into her cot.
The first night was a bit of a struggle because the transformation was almost too much. The cot is bright, has colourful pictures and animals for grabbing all around it. Our baby who previously slept so soundly woke us up at 4 as she played in this new wonderful gym. So she's back into her sleeping bag to restrict those flailing arms from trying to grab every teddy and toy in the cot and shove them all in her mouth.
She is becoming so active and co-ordinated. Her personality is strong and nowhere is it more evident than at meal times. The instructions on the tin of milk can say what they like but she knows precisely what she wants, when she wants it and how much. Nothing but nothing will coax her to eat anything once she has 'ad enuff.
That said, she is not too fussy an eater and is expanding her menu daily. This week she had her first meat (chicken with sweet potato). Previously she would passively accept the spoon and swallow but now she really gobbles it up.
Gran and Grandad were here last weekend and they bought her a walker. At the moment there is not much movement but it won't be long. All good stuff - but slightly concerning how quickly she is growing up.
