I can't put it off any longer. Sam is 6 months and the time has come for him to be introduced to some food.
I dread this moment. Once started you can't stop. You commit yourself to providing food on a plate 3 times a day to be wolfed down/picked at* for the next gazillion years. Not to mention being the provider of snacks, drinks and the constant worry about whether they have got anywhere near to their 5-a-day. If you are unlucky enough to have a fussy eater on your hands there is the whole worry about whether they are actually going to eat anything that isn't the food fad of the day (which won't be telegraphed to you, the parent, in advance because that would just be helpful).
But here we are. Sam needs to learn to eat proper food eventually so it might as well be now. Gone are the days I can skip out of the door confident that I can't have left his food behind. Now I must carry with us bibs and spoons and snacks and drinks and general stuff. Gah. Pffffft.
I feel defeated already and I haven't even started thinking about the different ways of weaning. You can go the puree route, which entails spending hours with a food whizzer zapping various fruit and veg into a smithereen and then freezing it in handy portions. Or you can go the baby led route, which seems to entail giving them stuff off your plate and letting them create havoc and carnage as they learn to eat it themselves, via their hair, the wall, your clothes.
Advocates of both approaches are passionate. Firmly believe that their way is the best way, the right way. Apparently never the twain shall meet.
I shall obviously shamble along, doing a bit of both and get there in the end. Hooray for the shambolic parenting approach, I shall continue to embrace you strongly.
*delete as appropriate