Oh, and if I needed something else to worry about...

Wayne reckons Braeden is getting fat.

For a long time I poo-poohed the idea, 1. because being told I was a fat kid when I wasn't ended up making me fat, and 2. because for the first few months I privately thought Braeden looked peaky.

But I'm sorry, I was wrong. (again)

Mr Porklet is most definitely living in the land of pudge. He is now too fat for his supposed nappy size. If they are big enough to go around his middle, they gape alarmingly (and wetly) at the legs. And it's not as if he has skinny legs.

I think it's because we've got the upchucking under control, and he hardly ever loses his lunch these days, thanks to thickened formula and Losec. So he's getting everything, and stockpiling as much as he can.

A 'good do-er' as they used to say.

The obvious answer would be to reduce his intake, except according to the feeding guidelines he doesn't get enough now as it is. He's supposed to be on 250ml five times a day (total of 1.25 litres of milk). If I can get 800ml into him all up I'm doing well.

He has to have solids at least twice a day at twelve hour intervals for his meds, and YOU tell this kid that a teaspoonful is enough ;-)

Then there's lunch, when he has an entire pottle (about 1/4 of a cup) of pureed vegetable & protein. As a quick aside, imagine my amazement that he actually relishes liver. Good grief.. I'm glad he didn't expect me to sample it first or he'd still be waiting.

And a good serving of fruit for afters, ie a kiwifruit or two feijoas or half an apple. All well within (if not under) the printed guidelines for a six month old.

My sister tells me he'll burn it off once he starts walking. Hell, I hope so. Even Wayne is getting backache just lugging Mr ChubbyChops around for short periods.

Anyhoo, better go make something for ME to eat while he still snoozes. It's been nearly an hour, a rare treat this week of the impending two-tooth. Trust the kid to inherit my metabolism ;-)