A Proud Mama
I keep a record of the Plumbaby's first moments in a calendar - first steps, first words, first dance in front of the tv.
But today was a different first and I thought it belonged here. My child ate sushi for the first time today. True, it was teriyaki chicken and not raw fish, the piece he ate was dipped in soy and not wasabi, but he ate sushi. He crinkled up his nose at the smell but ate it eagerly. I couldn't be more pleased! Unless of course, the Plumbaby manages to make sushi for me.
You see, I understand the theory behind making sushi rolls, but somehow mine always look as though they were constructed by a two year old. I stuff them into my mouth on the grounds that it all tastes the same when jumbled up together, but really, I am a disgrace. So, as soon as the kid can handle a knife, I expect he'll be turning out a better effort than mine.