I don't think I've mentioned this too much but not only am I still nursing Natalie, I am also making my own baby food. I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I had never heard of making baby food until I read it on a few blogs before I was even pregnant. I starred those posts right up and knew when I had my own baby I would at least try to do it. So that's what we've done!
Natalie's had sweet potatoes, peas, green beans, carrots, avocados, pears, peaches, apples, squash, bananas, and chicken...all homemade. Now, this is as crunchy as I get. I'm a disposable diaper kind of girl...and although I'm still nursing, I don't freak out about what I eat. Natalie has shown no aversion to anything and, you know, I like food. But that's just me. I look at it as floating the middle ground. It works for us. We go with it.
I make all of her food in bulk, puree those suckers up, and then freeze them in ice cube trays so it's all ready when I need it. All of her cubes are in Ziploc baggies in the freezer, labeled.
Okay. Most of them are labeled.
It got to the point where I thought, "I know what these are! Why do I need a label?"
So I stopped.
On another, not so unrelated note, I heard on a program once about how you can freeze your leftover heavy cream in ice cube trays as not to waste it. I thought this was a fantastic idea as I tend to buy heavy cream when a recipe calls for it...and then I end up throwing the rest out because it expires before I have a chance to use the rest of the container. Well, no more! I froze those bad boys up and saved them.
Just like the baby food.
Do you see where this is going?
One evening for dinner I thought it was a good idea to try out the newly pureed chicken (sounds yum, right?) with some pears for a sauce. When I took it out of the microwave, I thought it looked a little liquidy but didn't think too much about it. Natalie wasn't too thrilled with it and only had two bites. No big deal. Girl definitely lets me know when it's something she doesn't like.
Later that night it dawned on me.
HOLY HELL! I DIDN'T USE PEARS, I USED THE HEAVY CREAM!
Mom fail to the infinity degree. I fed my child heavy cream.
Needless to say, the labels have made a permanent appearance.