Hannah sat in her high chair, half eating and half distracted by the world around her. We had reached the point in her evening meal where each new spoonful becomes an adventure – will it go in and be swallowed in its entirety? Will it be refused at the last second and end up as part of the general splatter around the high chair? Or, Hannah’s new favourite, will it be turned into a fine mist and sprayed all over dad?
Not so long ago, you were a tiny little bundle of a human. Not so long ago, I could put you down in one spot and be sure you’d still be there when I got back. Not so long ago, you cried when I placed you in tummy time because you were stuck there until I rolled you back.