Molly Leahy getting ready to embrace
dinner time.
My daughter Molly’s first day of weaning did not go well. I was looking forward to it for weeks, I had read the books, decided on my plan and selected her first taste: pureed sweet potato.
When the day arrived, however, we had a nappy of epic proportions, a steamer mishap and, as a result, a very delayed lunch.
By the time she was in the highchair she was exhausted and nearly asleep, crying through the new strange experience. Safe to say, I did not win mother of the year that day.