There's a highchair in my dining room

There's a highchair in my dining room, and a big boy sitting in it, and I don't know where the time has gone. Wasn't I just pregnant? Didn't I just give birth? How has half a year  gone by since Cillian and I first locked eyes??? I sound like a broken record, but time is really flying by too fast.

In a couple weeks Cillian will (hopefully) enjoy his first solid food. We are all prepared physically: bowls are purchases and washed, highchair is assembled and in place, cereal has been purchased. It's the mental that is the problem: I know that as soon as he takes his first bite, we will be taking our first step towards weaning.

Yes, I know, I know. These first few months are just an introduction to solids, and his full nutrition is still going to be coming from my milk, but as soon as he starts solids, I'm not his only form of food. I should be excited for this, but I'm actually fearful and weepy.

Introducing food is going to be our chance to show Cillian how to have a healthy relationship with food.  Chris and I don't always have that healthy relationship with food, but Cillian is our little blank slate.  He has so much potential, and we both feel it's so important to teach him through example that food is meant to be enjoyed, but not overindulged.  This might be our most difficult task as parents.  Now that he is watching every single thing that goes into our mouths with fascination, it's time to look at what we are actually putting into our mouths.

Project clean eating starts now.