Food overload

I really do love making all of Max's food. Whether it's veggie purees, fruity desserts, organic grains or the newly introduced chicken and lamb, it's been a lot of fun. 

The only problem is that he eats SO much more than he did just a few weeks ago. It's hard to keep up! I went to the freezer at one point last week to discover that all we had left was barley, asparagus and some zucchini-millet medley that he gags on every time I even get it near him. Oy.

For the last two days, I've dropped a collective 8 hours on making food for Max. I've made more carrots, some chicken, sweat peas, butternut squash and potato casserole, sweet potatoes, peaches, apples, pears, rice and barley (phew) and I still need to make his plums, lamb and cauliflower. 

Now the normal me would throw in the towel at this point because it's a little overwhelming. But, I think I just need to be supplementing. It's too important to me to make sure Max is eating healthy to totally give up, so I've decided to keep some jars of Earth's Best organic on hand. That way, Max will still get the variety of food that he needs (even though all that I'll have left in the freezer is millet and cauliflower at some point, I'm sure) and I'll have emergency stores for when I don't have a chance to get to pureeing. 

It's a win-win, people. And the boy seems to like it, so we're all good!

Missing Max

So I'm missing my little boy more and more these days. I find myself thinking about him a lot during the day, much to the detriment of my concentration. I think it's because while he's been sick, we got to spend a lot of time at home together. Now, he's back at daycare having fun and I'm missing his sweet little mug and all his fun giggles and noises. 

*Sigh*

It's not a sad feeling, though. I really love my job. But I'm just a little Max-sick today, methinks. And I can't wait to see him tonight.

My legacy - laundry baskets

So as a child, I had a strange fixation with laundry baskets. I loved to play in them. As I grew up, I would still always want to put my feet in a laundry basket if it was nearby. Yeah, weird. I know.

It seems that Max may have inherited this, um, quirk from me. Witness:

It's crazy. He laughs his head off when we hold the basket over him like it's a cage. And when he's sitting in it, all of his toys that were boring before become suddenly interesting again. This kid LOVES him some laundry basket.