Life Mix

I've swopped the main to this little man who popped by for a bath.

Getting ahead with an up and coming catering onslaught. Where to start but with a pea soup?

The sound of the beast in the extra takes me back to blending L’s food when she was dependent on a gastrostomy tube.  Complete control of what your child ‘eats’ was tempered by the sheer amount of work involved. And the underlying pressure on everyone, her in particular, to eat and thrive. The dieticians hated the blended food, but we ploughed on regardless.   It was a very long haul, but she got there, got rid of the tube aged 9, and now loves her food.  Her own bodyweight in pasta can be downed in one sitting.

In the face of adversity, if it feels right, it probably is. Keep going.