As Minnie’s taste for adventure flourishes, her tastebuds are currently doing the opposite. Food is approached with mild suspicion, and even a new version of an old favourite (or an old favourite itself) can be rejected out of hand.
In between repeating the mantra, ‘it’s a phase, it’s a phase’, I’m having to pack more carefully for her meals on our days out.
Hopefully the day when I don’t need to leave the house armed with food isn’t far off, but for now I’m not about to experiment when we’re away from home and I risk a cross/starving toddler.
I am faintly jealous of those people who have a natural sense of direction. I am not one of those people.
Left to my own devices, I will unerringly go the wrong way given a choice of two streets. I rotate maps so I can be sure both they and I are pointing in the same direction.
Which way? Which way?
So I compensate. I print out maps, I study them closely, I pay attention to landmarks and street signs as much as possible, because without them I’ll get lost. Again. And with a toddler along for the ride, I don’t want to get lost at all, if I can avoid it. Continue reading →