Thank god for the organic pouches

Poor sick baby is still that: sick. He is surprisingly spritely in the morning, galloping about with great enthusiasm. He wanes very quickly when it comes to food - should I be suspicious of this?! It seems that poor sick baby only has an appetite for pureed food in those handy pouches. I am of the home-cooked food camp, not feeding the little mite much from the jars. [I grew up in an eastern european and Irish family which involved a lot of guilt when it came to packaged foods. Surprising as the whole family went on to work in the supermarket world. Guilt and indulgence are also hallmarks of this background ;) ] I have always been swayed by the oh-so convenient packaging and organic goodness of these pouches. I admit it, I am sensitive to good advertising and any suggestion that my child won't be getting the best. I used these tempting little baby treats when out and about during the weaning stage, and always keep some handy just in case.

Well, this is 'just in case' now. He won't eat anything prepared by my hands. We're going through lovely home-cooked meals at an alarming rate. They're not going into him, but into the bin after a few half-hearted nibbles, some flinging and a lot of mashing about with the little hands. Not cool. So, I turn to the pouches. He falls on these with an appetite to rival Michael J Fox in TeenWolf [ok, everyone can now guess roughly how old I am] and devours them in seconds. We've even moved beyond the need for such useless implements as a bowl and spoon - he sucks them straight from the pack, kind of like a baby Dracula. Am I being played here? Is he sick? Or, does all this terrible eating herald more teeth?

Did I mention he's been walking since 9.5 months but still has only 10 teeth? His friends are all like baby sharks (as the breast-feeding mums can attest!) and he's gummy still. Hmmm. If anyone's telling you that there's a real schedule for baby development don't listen - they all go at their own rate!

Anyway, I digress. The pouches are flavour of the month and like a good and slightly desperate parent I'm off to the shop to stock up so the fussy sick/teething guy doesn't waste away.