What my one year old eats

What my one year old eats

There is a question that I get asked all the time from mommies with younger babies, that question is: What should I feed him?

I wanted to write this post because I have a system that works for me and I don’t know if  everyone else knows about it. My pediatrician had helped me to come up with this system, it makes it so easy for me to prepare her meals instantly  without having to overthink it or worry if she’s having too much of one thing and not enough of another.
Allow me to tell you first the general idea, then finish with my go to meals in the order of my personal preference.
In my head I have the food divided into: Fruits, vegetables, protein ( mostly animal protein), milk products and carbs, so here’s how it goes:

my baby has

-fruits twice a day,

-vegetables twice a day,

-animal protein once

-carbs in every meal.

-I try to limit milk products since she already has two bottles of milk a day but I mostly fail because yogurt is her true love ❤ 

And here are how most days meals go:


As soon as she wakes up she has a bottle of formula milk then after an hour she has either:
oatmeal: prepared with water and a dash of milk, one mashed banana and any available fruits, followed by a yogurt.
scrambled eggs: with rice, oatmeal or shredded toast followed by a fruit. Does this sound weird? The reason I put oatmeal or rice in it is that Lina refuse to eat bread next to the eggs, so when I put precooked rice or oats in it it doesn’t bother her and she gets her carbs. so it works.
cheese sandwich: followed by a fruit smoothies (apples plus any other fruit)


Rice/ pasta/ or potatoes/… with mashed veggies and shredded meat/chicken/fish.  this is so vague because she usually has whatever we are having for lunch. Except when we eat out then I prepare something specially for her.

Sometimes I skip the animal protein when she had had eggs for breakfast


Same as lunch but without the meat, so only carbs and vegetables.


Yogurt, fruits,biscuits, banana, cucumber, grapes, a sandwich,… whatever is availble

Then finally before bed she takes her second and last bottle of milk

So here’s what my baby eats. If you have any questions or suggestions please let me know in the comments and Bon appetit ❤


Father Forgets – by W. Livingston Larned

Listen, Son:  I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little hand crumpled under your cheek and the blonde curls sticky over your damp forehead. I have broken into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guilty, I came to your bedside.

There are things which I am thinking, son; I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face a mere dab with the towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.

At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. As you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, “Goodbye, Daddy!” I frowned, and said in reply, “Hold your shoulders back!”.

Then it began all over again late this afternoon. As I came up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your socks. I humiliated you before your friends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Socks were expensive, and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that son, from a father.

Do you remember later, when I was reading in the library, how you came timidly, with sort of a hurt look in your eyes? I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption; you hesitated at the door. “What is it that you want?” I snapped.

You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, your small arms tightened with affection that God had set blooming in your heart, which even neglect could not wither. Then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.

Well, Son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, or reprimanding; this was my reward to you for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you: it was that I expected too much of you. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.

There is so much that was good, fine and true in your character. The little heart of yours was as big as the dawn itself over the hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else mattered tonight. Son, I have come to your beside in the darkness, I have knelt there, ashamed!

It is a feeble atonement; I know that you would not understand these things which I have told you in the waking hours. Tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, suffer when you suffer and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: “He is nothing but a boy–a little boy.”

I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, Son, crumpled and weary in your bed. I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother’s arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much!

Instead of condemning and criticizing others, perhaps we it would be better to try to understand them, to try to figure out why they do what they do. That’s a lot more profitable and intriguing than criticism; and it breeds sympathy, tolerance and kindness. “To know all is to forgive all”.

I read this poem in “how to win friends and influence people” by Dale Carnegie and I found it was too precious not to share it.

Lazy Mommy

Lazy Mommy

Lina’s at my feet reaching out to the table top. Oops, I forgot her empty yogurt cup on it. I just watch as she grabs it, she reaches her tiny hands inside the cup. I don’t even try to stop her. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that am giving her space to discover, I just don’t want to get up right now. She throws the cup away and wipes her hands on the sofa. Oh well, now I’ll go get something to clean this mess. I wonder of any other moms go through these extremely lazy moments. I’m sure there must be someone out there as lazy as me. Is there?