Fishy baby

Ever since gabe started on porridge, I've been following the rule of introducing one new food at one time, ensuring that he takes that new item well over a few days before it checks into to the OK-list.

This week, it was cod, courtesy of my MIL. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I thought it too. I don't even take cod for normal meals!

So began my experience with preparing this oily fish, which is supposed to contain much omega3, good oils for the development of brains and all. No one told me how irritating it was to get the bones out of them. But well, all for the sake of my son right?

But imagine my shock when I came out of the loo one night and was greeted with the fishy stench of an entire fish market. Wait! It's my son!!!!

Gabe had gone on his first day of cod for both lunch and dinner. He had been sleeping for a few hours in his cot, situated outside my room toilet, and whatever was in him must have come out through his pores or something. Horrified, I went to sniff him all over, wondering if he had thrown up. Nothing.

So, for the last two days, he's been a vegetarian. Broccoli's been good.

Mental note: next time I do cod again, must use smaller portions...