One of the most terrifying things about parenthood is that you are doing something wrong, or that you are being judged, which you are of course by them. The parents who sit, watch, analyse you and let you know what you are doing is wrong, (usually in a passive aggressive way, which is fine if you are endangering your child unknowingly, if I strap Rose into her carseat wrong then PLEASE tell me).
Today our lovely nanny dropped Rose home to tell me that the judgy mums at the Play Farm in Cheltenham had discussed with each other and came to the conclusion that Rose was too old to be drinking formula. Ummmmmmm…. whaaaaaaaat…..?!?
The follow on milk for 1-2 year olds isn’t appropriate for my 14 month old? Or was it that she was drinking from a bottle… which she gets on with well whereas a beaker she likes to shake up and down (fine for water but things start to get smelly with milk spraying out). Either way I have plenty of choice words for them (which I’ll not be writing down) but c’mon, can’t we all just play nice? Parenting is not easy…
(isn’t it a good job they didn’t see me breastfeeding my 14 month old?)