Meal time madness

   
5pm is definitely the worst time of my day. Everyday. Now I should learn from my mistakes but I never do and everyday at 5pm I’m like arghhhhhhhhhh… So basically this is Flynns dinner time and whether it’s ready or not he is hungry on the dot. Sometimes a distraction of an Ella’s melty puff (those not in the baby crisp know this is an organic tasteless wotsit crisp look alike) for which he normally goes wild for, but not if he wants his dinner. Until he gets it that is, and he wants the crisps again. Obvs. 

Whatever plans you have for the day for you and your little one like a nice stroll around the mall checking out the clothes in Zara (oh no that’s a nice day for you and pure hell for your baby). Which I quickly must add I just don’t get. I personally would love being snuggled up under a fleecy blanket in a comfy seat with a bottle of my favourite beverage whilst having wotsits shovelled in my mouth to keep me quiet. Not to mention whilst being pushed past rows and rows of pretty dresses. But sadly my son disagrees with me. 

By the way I would just like to add we aren’t at the mall every day. I wish we were but one Flynn wouldn’t allow it, and two nor would my husband’s credit card. Other days it’s a Gymboree class, a variety of different book bugs, a baby play date, the list is endless and I’m exhausted just thinking about it. So whatever plans we have for the day, and even if we meticulously plan our afternoon and our journey home in time to heat up his dinner (or if we’re really disorganised actually have to make his dinner) for some reason it’s just never ready by 5, and I’m rushing around the kitchen like I’m on Ready Steady Cook. But the episode with a screaming baby in the background. Not a super hot Ainsley Harriot (sorry I do have a a small crush on him and it’s ok husband knows).

So Flynn is in his highchair, there are Ella’s melty puffs flying around the kitchen, and a dog acting like he’s at Crufts doing somersaults through the air to catch them. 

Dinner is finally ready and by the way thanks to the Bebea Babycook machine. Now this item describes itself as a luxury not an essential on the website. Well I’m every marketing persons dream so it got me in seconds, did someone say luxury?? But trust me it’s an essential. It cooks, steams, defrosts and purées all in one machine making life a lot easier for a mum on the go. And life with a baby is about making things easy. In this case money can buy you ease and your sanity. So anyway finally Flynn is being fed and in between the spoonfuls of boiling hot mashed potato and puréed veg and chicken he is screaming mum, mum, mum, mummmmmmm as I’m blowing on the food trying to cool it down and get it in fast enough. His screams are getting louder and my head is about to burst. The dog is now trying to climb up me as it appears he too wants very hot mashed potato, puréed veg and chicken. I look around the kitchen and it looks like it has exploded. I have no idea where all these dishes have come from not to mention the amount of melty puffs on the floor.

It certainly is a dining experience and not one I’m used to. And I wonder why we never go out for dinner these days. So dinner is finished and if I wasn’t exhausted before I certainly am now. But now is bottle time. We like bottle time (this is just to add Flynns milk bottle. Trust me I would love a bottle of something else right now but it’s not the time nor the place). So Flynn and I snuggle up on the sofa and put In The Night Garden on. Ahhhhh peace at last. I’m not going to lie I used to hate children’s TV programmes. Now I love them and see them as something that brings a few minutes of peace and quiet (I have finely tuned my ears to drown out the high pitched ‘iggle piggle, iggle onk, we’re going to catch the ninky nonk’). Flynns quietened down, and even the dog is sleeping in his dog bed (probably in a melty puff coma) ahhh peace. Then the front door goes and in comes husband. He’s home to rescue me from all the madness. Don’t worry darling he says I’ll take over as he takes my place on the sofa next to a quiet, snuggly Flynn. Oh ok I’ll just go clean up the kitchen and make dinner then….