The Trifecta..... Almost

I'm going to take a break from Lily's beginning to update you on Lily's now.

This week, Bob and I made the momentous decision to move Lily to her big girl bed and also to begin using the big girl bath. We talked about it, planned it, and decided Tuesday was THE DAY.

Following the advice of my bible, What to Expect the First Year, I was planning on choosing a time she wanted to play and getting in the bath with her. However, she fell asleep during her early evening feed and being her mother's daughter, we decided to let her sleep, as she is nobody's friend if you are rude enough to wake her. So we had our dinner.

As is Lily's style, she woke up the minute dinner was served, but she was happy enough, so we carried on with our meal. Well, our food clearly took Lily's fancy, because she stared at it like a starving man. She's always been interested in food, but this was a new interest. She WANTED some of that and she wanted it NOW. When we weren't polite enough to share, she did what any hungry baby does when no one is willing to deliver, she ate her hand. I'm surprised she didn't actually eat her hand as she seemed more determined than usual to fit the whole thing in her mouth.

We decided it was time for solids. So I busted out the Farex and the stored breast milk and made her a bowl. I'm still not sure she ate any. With a logic only possessed by babies, she decided that while she would willingly take each mouthful, she would also spit approximately half of it out and replace it with her fist. It was in her hair, her eyebrows, all over both hands, up her arms, on her knees (ask her how she got it there, I was watching and I still don't know). I'm not sure her clothes will ever be the same. Can they return from crusty lumps of Farex?

Her overall reaction? Bored.

Five days in, it still is. She swallows more now, and doesn't need a fist chaser, but she could take or leave her solids. Never mind, we'll introduce something with flavour this week, maybe it'll be more successful.

Anyway, with Farex in all her face orifices, it seemed a bath was timely. And boy did she ever love it. Talking to Daddy and Mummy, kicking around, having a go at getting the washer in her mouth. She had a lovely time, and has since. It also turns out, as we learned Friday night, a warm bath turns a devil spawn baby into an angel. Excellent to know.

At this point I asked Bob if he was going to move the cot into our room (one step at a time, people).

Nah, she'd done enough tonight, tomorrow night.

Five days later, she's still in her bassinet. Lucky she was born pocket sized. I think it'll come to a point where her weight takes Daddy's choice away.

Well, one out of three ain't bad.

UPDATE: Lily just delivered Daddy with her first post solids nappy. What a good girl!