This is a review of Squish Delish Reusable Pouches and it comes with a tale of woe.
Of course it is, frankly the only reason I do reviews is as a cheap form of talking therapy so that I can exorcize the demons of my toe curling parenting failures.
The year is 2010, and for those who have joined the party more recently let me set the scene. Alfie – my glorious, adorable first born child – is six months old. His favourite things are throwing, trying new foods and motorsports, sometimes all at the same time.
There is only one small fly in our parenting ointment and that is the severe eczema that covers our son’s entire body. It keeps us awake at night while we stop him rubbing his skin raw. It stops us feeding him vast swathes of food that contain one of the many things that makes his eczema worse and most importantly, it makes eating out a tour de force of planning.
I’m talking nutrition factsheets for potential eateries downloaded and analysed ahead of time here people. Nothing left to chance and options picked out in advance, because no meal is worth the punishment of a screaming, oozing baby.
Sometimes though, just sometimes we knew we were going to get caught short.
Sometimes we were going on a long journey, or to somewhere outside of a major city where “alternative” food options were going to be limited and sometimes after a working week, my brain just wanted just the smallest of breaks from having to think about where the next allergy friendly worm was coming from to satisfy my baby bird.
The solution? Take food with us, of course.
We experimented with various items. Baby biscuits were a favourite as long as they were eaten soon enough to stop them from being crushed into rubble at the bottom of the change bag. A boy cannot live on biscuits along however, which is how we come to my tale of woe.
This story takes place on a Saturday. It involves Keith and I running around the house throwing together supplies because we needed to get out of the house.
We were running late to meet people and do things, which is how I found myself staring into our fridge look for something “sensible” to take with us.
A soy yoghurt.
It was joined in the change bag by nappies, wipes, keys, wallet, dummy, toys, a change of clothes (remember I’m a first time mum at this point), small kitchen sink, Lord Lucan, a book, and the obligatory pack of baby biscuits for when I got peckish.
We ran out of the door in a tumble of last