Baby Foodie

Near the end of my pregnancy with Lucy I began stock-piling baby food.  I had every type of Ge.r.be.r jar stacked in my pantry, and I prided myself on being “ready”… for anything.  I had close to a 100 jars, probably.

Now, with Emma… I have 6.  They are stowed away in our 72-hour kit along with the food rations for the rest of us.  For some reason, that fact that purchased baby food can be stored for long periods of time kind of makes me squirm.  (Of course, when  can things that’s totally okay.  Yeah.  Hypocrite.)

This time, I’m making all of Emma’s baby food.  I have been very pleasantly surprised at how easy it is, and how well-received it  is by her.  I started doing this because of how little she is.  I read a few articles that freaked me out about how there are fillers used in many commercially made baby foods.  I wanted to make sure that she was getting as much nutrition as possible out of every bite.  Also, a few of my SILs made baby food for their babies and had told me a few of the benefits (mainly cost.)  So, I tried it.  I’m so glad I did.

I get a huge sense of satisfaction from making Emma’s food.  I take pride in the fact that I know exactly when it was made, where, and what ingredients were used.  I feel creative with her meals, and excited that she gets to try foods earlier than she would if eating jarred baby food.  Like, spinach.  I have yet to see a jar of baby food at the store with “spinach” as an ingredient.  For me this is a big deal.  Emma is anemic, so I am glad to be able to give her a wider variety of leafy greens to help boost her iron.

And then there’s the cost factor.  When Lucy was a baby, a jar of baby food was about $0.35.  Now, it’s closer to $0.65.  Yikes.  That is $463.80 for 6 months of baby food, assuming your baby eats 4 jars a day.  Lucy averaged 6.

I freeze Emma’s food in silicone muffin pans.  I have 1 oz. cups, and 3 oz. cups.  One pan of the 3 oz. cups makes the equivalent of 9 large jars of purchased food.  The batch I just did of peas/spinach cost me $2.58.  The same amount would have cost $5.85 had I purchased it pre-made.  There is a good amount of money being saved here.  Score!

Oh, and the peas I made are not army green.  Ew. (I refuse to eat many canned vegetable for this very reason, with the exception being green beans.  It’s a texture thing.  And a smell thing.)

Bottom line:  I love making Emma’s baby food.  I feel like she is getting better nutrition from a wider variety of foods than if I had chosen to buy commercially prepared baby food.  It has been good for my self-esteem, and my wallet.

Before anyone flames me, I’d better mention that I don’t care if you use store-bought food.  I don’t think you care about your children any less, or that you are doing them a disservice.  I really just don’t care.  As long as you are feeding your child food that isn’t laced with drano, you’re probably just fine.

Catching Up

I was thinking about things yesterday and realized that I have missed writing about so many things!  I figured I do my best to backtrack a bit and catch up.

One of the things I wanted to tell you about was how I finally met a fellow blogger IRL!  Annie, from Cradles and Graves came into town to visit some family and we were able to meet up for lunch one day.  It was so nice to get our miracle babies together and watch them interact with one another.  And let me just tell you, that Anastasia is a real beauty!  I was able to get a few photos of our girls together to stick in Emma’s book.  We had such a great afternoon.  Thanks, Annie for meeting with me.  Hopefully we’ll get together again next time you’re in town.

Now if only I could get my crap together and meet my in-state bloggy friends.  BU, I mean you.  🙂

Emma has mastered crawling in an amazing way.  She is super speedy and can get from point A to point B in wicked fast time.  She’s now begun pulling herself up using furniture for support.  Evan and I have a friendly little non-wager going.  (Non-wager because he wouldn’t shake on it.  I think he’s scared!)  I think Emma will be walking sometime around 10 months (she’s almost 8 now) and he says it will be closer to her first birthday.  I’m totally going to win this one.  No doubt.  It’s really funny to see her crawl around.  She is so tiny that it looks so unlikely that she could crawl, but then she takes off and it usually elicits a few second-glances.  Speaking of size, she’s up to a whopping 13 lbs. 9 oz.  She’s gone from gaining 8 oz. a month, to a whole pound.  Hey, I’ll talk what I can get.

Lucy is still struggling.  Without giving too many details, let it suffice to say that we are going to be starting some testing for Asperger’s soon.  Some of the things that we have thought were just defiant/bad behavior may actually be things out of her control.  I feel terrible that it has taken this long to figure it out, especially if it ends up being a case of high-functioning autism.  If this is what she has, it is a very mild case, but would make sense of a lot of things.  I’ll update when the verdict is in.

Okay, I was going to post more, but Emma is currently losing her mind.  Something about nap time.  I’ll post again soon.

Comments

Here’s the thing:  I love comments.  I also love commenting.

Here’s the problem:  I can’t always comment.  Actually, I can RARELY comment.  

These days most of my blogging is done on my tablet, which is much like typing on a smartphone: tedious and annoying.  Every night before I go to sleep, I lay in my bed and catch up on my blogs (okay, YOUR blogs).  And every.single.night I try to comment.  But I can’t.  Why?  CAPTCHA codes.  Apparently my tablet hates them, and therefore will not let me complete them, which completely ruins any chance I have at commenting.  Frankly, I’ve given up.  

What should I do?  My tablet has become my main source for an internet connection, and using my laptop has become increasingly difficult.  Especially since my “lap” is usually occupied by Emma.  I want you all to know that I am still here.  I am reading. EVERY DAY (really!  Go ahead, quiz me!  LOL!) 

I guess this is my way of saying that I haven’t forgotten you.  I am beginning to feel very cut off from my bloggy world.  Like the outsider looking in.  My blog move hasn’t been as well-received as I had hoped, and I’m not sure what to do. I feel silly posting anymore, and I just wanted to make sure you don’t feel that way too.  

I am still here.  I still follow along with your stories.  Please help me figure out the commenting thing.  It is making me crazy!