My daughter is big, I was being told to wean early, and hated all the stuff I was seeing - I couldn't stand the thought of feeding her anything I couldn't eat, but even the most carefully homemade puree looked disgusting. Then a friend mentioned this blog, and we were off. Today we shared a lovely lunch, and this evening she even offered me several bites of her bread and butter as she patiently waited for her burger (homemade!). She is still, at 8 months, on the 98th centile, beaming, smiley, beautiful and eats everything she's offered with a palpable joy that's just infectious. Mealtimes are fun, and I love sitting with my little family and all sharing the same meal. At the Same Time. Thanks, Gill.