From about 8 weeks of age, I had various pressures to feed the infamous baby rice to the Imp to help him sleep. I shrugged off these well meaning interfering people and decided to exclusively breastfeed for 6 months. In fact, it’s a hell of a lot easier to just put them on the boob than the mess making involved in the Imp throwing food everywhere. The Imp sleeps a lot better now (generally, not always) but it doesn’t seem to bare any relationship to food intake at all. In fact, he doesn’t really eat all that much, unless I bring out the avocado. I think it’s just because he’s older (and maybe a little wiser), so we get some better nights in our house.
Lady, no amount of this grub is going to make me sleep!