I’m sick to death of making baby’s food.
There, I said it!
I’m not sick of it enough to start feeding her jarred baby food. That will never happen. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying there is anything wrong with jarred baby food and if it works for you it works for me. But the thought of shelf-stable food truly skeeves me out. I rarely buy canned vegetables. Even canned soup seems gross to me. The only thing I buy regular in a can are beans and tomatoes.
I’m sure baby won’t care either way, but I care. And if I can’t stomach it, neither should she. On top of that, I truly
used to love making her food. I get so much pleasure in doing that for her, but lately I’ve been tired. It’s become a chore. And I find myself letting her try more and more off of my plate. The other day I made us breakfast. I had egg whites and she got the yolks. Add in yogurt, toast and whatever else I had and we had a ton of dishes after just one meal.
I’m not trying to rush her or anything, but I can’t wait until she can eat more table food. I’m starting to lose my steam and my creativity when it comes to preparing her meals.