The Last Batch - Baby Steps in High Heels

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

The Last Batch

Yesterday I made sweet potatoes, white potatoes with chicken stock, and apples. Today I’m making peas and mango. Pureed, of course. Frozen in ice cube trays, then transferred to storage bags in the freezer.

This baby-food-making process has been such a staple in my life for the last six months. Every week or two, I’d whip up another batch of food for Baby’s meals.

But I realized yesterday that this would probably be the last batch I’d make for her.

With a mouth full of front teeth and molars coming in, she’s doing much better with eating “real” food. Add that to her obvious desire to eat what she sees us eating, and I think she’s about ready to move along to table food.

She has given me a few hints over the past couple of months. She reaches for the food I’m eating. If I sit on the floor to eat while she’s in the exersaucer, she leans waaaay over the side to see what I have on my plate. And, just this past weekend she literally licked my chin after I put a bite of food in my mouth.

Yes, I think she’s ready to move on to the next step. And, with her first birthday quickly approaching, I think some of my mama-paranoia will start to wear off. The berries, honey, milk, etc. issues will be behind us. And I’m thinking that once she gets a-hold of that birthday cake, there will be no turning back!

So, it’s a little bittersweet to realize that I’m working on her last batch of “baby” food. My little girl is growing up, and that’s exciting. But it feels like just yesterday that I was teaching her how to eat rice cereal from a spoon.

This may not sound much like I’m pouring my heart out, but it sure feels like it! So, I’m linking up with Shell’s PYHO Wednesday. Join us and read some of these amazing stories.

7 comments:

  1. Every little change killed me with my first. I remember things in such vivid detail about the first time he really noticed the cat or noticed he had fingers. Now with my second life is so busy that I forget to notice. Enjoy these days! And it's awesome that you're recording it.

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  2. It's hard and yet joyfilled as our children grow up.

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  3. It is always a little bitter sweet isn't it! :) Have a great day! :)

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  4. That is such a milestone. They seem so much more grown-up when they eat what we do.

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  5. I still get kind of sad when I see the stack of ice cube trays in my cabinet that I don't use anymore.

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  6. My last didn't go through that stage. He was never was interested in what we had to eat. I thought my youngest was my pickiest eater, but my youngest is 100x worse.

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  7. I totally get it! I was shocked when my first turned one, and absolutely flabbergasted when he turned two!

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