Never one to do things by the book, Babybear appears to be cutting every single tooth in her lower jaw all at the same time. It's rubbishissimo, I've got to tell you. The poor child wakes up screaming in the middle of the night.

Anyway, just another of the downsides of her teething behaviour is that if I screw up mealtimes and am still trying to get dinner on the table at the time when she should be in bed, her tooth pain really starts getting to her. She's hungry, but it's too sore...

So tonight as she painfully tried to eat her cauliflower cheese with courgette and tomato (one of my mum's 70s standby meals) I realised that I had frozen some of the Carbonara-type stuff that we'd had a few weeks ago. Twenty seconds in the microwave took the edge off the cold and I was able to peel off some of the strips of pappardelle (you know, the thick ribbony ones) and hand them over. She went from refusing to eat to demolishing the entire contents of the tupperware tub.

The moral of this story? Be a better, more organised parent and sort out tea earlier, but if you've blown it then some semi-freddo pasta might just do the trick.

Babybear has, as you may know, been using a spoon with some success for a while now. Not for everything, goodness knows, just for yoghurts and soups on days when I'm Feeling Strong.

Anyway, when I've loaded up the spoon she has until recently grabbed the spoon off me and proceeded to eat it/wipe it in her hair/flick it onto the walls. Not so the past week, however... at least not at first...

No, what Babybear has now decided she likes is for Mummy to load the spoon and hold it out, so that she can lean forward and eat off it. Like I'm a blimmin' wine waiter with the first sip of a freshly-uncorked bottle... 'Eez thees to your liking, Mademoiselle?'

If she likes it, then the paw goes out for the spoon, but if not her mouth will forever remain shut to the offending item (most recently a particularly delicious parsnip, lemon and ginger soup). And more than that, at just-turned one year old I appear to have been tricked into spoon feeding her for the first time in our lives.

No seriously... what happens now?

Poor Babybear is cutting about three teeth at the moment so she's just not that ravenous for food... Celery she remains obsessed by, which renders me more convinced than ever of its reputed numbing  properties.  And pasta fusilli with pesto and peas, she would happily eat that every day. Likewise oatcakes, cheese, broccoli, ham (loves it now, but only Nigella's in Coke, for god's sake), moon biscuits, raisins... och most things I suppose.

I don't know what I thought would happen when she turned one, I mean I knew that no-one would wave a magic wand and she would drop milk feeds but she still seems to be drinking a good four bottles every day and I'm disinclined to do any 'cutting back' as that just seems wrong somehow and against the spirit of Baby led Weaning? And I think they are still supposed to be drinking milk anyway... must find out how much.

And what milk? We're still giving her formula, mostly for my own convenience I must admit as we're not brilliant at remembering to buy milk in this house and also those Tommee Tippee powder holders are SO handy when we're out, but I suppose I'll have to start her on cow's milk soon...

I don't know why I'm moaning, really, she ate half of my Ginger Chicken and a truckload of edamame at our celebratory 'Well, That's the Christmas Holidays over for Another Year and Aren't the Sales Shite' dinner at Wagamama in town today, it's just that I'm wondering  where we go from here... I've liked not giving a stuff about what she ate so long as she is happy. Now what do I think? Do I have to start giving her vitamin drops? Do I have to start worrying that she is getting a balanced diet? Do I have to Start Caring?!

Oh My God - I'm going to have to start being a Proper Mum, aren't I?