I feel like the focus for the new year, so far, has been food. I thought tandem breastfeeding was time-consuming, but now my entire day is literally consumed with what everyone is to eat! Ezra is on formula and jars of baby food. Hazel cannot stomach milk-based formula, we discovered, so she's still breast feeding. And when I try to give her a spoonful of solids (which I do daily, just to get her used to the idea) this is what we get:
I want to prepare a better variety of fresh produce for the family. It has occurred to me that Lincoln might recognize a box of frozen pizza as more familiar fare than, say, an eggplant or a head of lettuce. So we've been discussing vegetables and fruit, and throwing them in the blender. "What color are we going to make?" he asks me. Tonight at dinner we had a blast eating each other's "snowman noses." Two summers ago, I remember crying in exhausted relief when Lincoln voluntarily took a bite of a carrot. Progress.
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