We're now almost two weeks into Life After Yogurt, and it hasn't gone as badly as I feared. I don't know if it's the dairy free, the new drugs or just a mysterious growth spurt, but suddenly the little dude is HUNGRY. I mean proper hungry - the kind where he starts crying if you don't shovel the food into his mouth fast enough. I've never seen anything like this before.
He's taken to the Alpro soya yogurts with gusto - sometimes finishing a whole adult sized pot. Yes, they're higher in sugar but frankly I don't care as long as he's eating. He's also noshing on dairy free custard which to me - a lover of all things yellow and custardy - tastes a bit wrong.
I also bought some fake cheese, but he seems to have gone off crispbreads for now, preferring to pick them up and drop them on the floor with a look of contempt on his face.
Best of all, I was overjoyed to discover that tinned spaghetti is dairy free. Oh joy! Last night he actually ate a whole (small) can of the stuff. Again - salt, sugar, blah. Again - don't care.
I did go dairy free myself too, to stop the evil cow-milkies getting into my own supply. I was quite up for the challenge - probably because when I told my partner he laughed and said "you'll never do it," which made me determined to prove him wrong. Three days on and I'm wandering wistfully up the Waitrose cheese aisle, ogling the brie. Problem? What problem.
But the funny thing was, he didn't protest as much as I thought about stopping breastfeeding. In fact he seems to like the bizarre no-milk milk they've prescribed for him, even though it smells of bleach. He's even overcome his horror of the bottle, swept aside by this manic new hunger. Well, he's got a lot of growing to do.
PS: apologies to Florence the Cow from Real People magazine whose image has been shanghaied above. I'm sorry I drew lines through you.
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