I loved making food for Connor. It was our Sunday routine: grocery shop in the morning, come home for lunch and nap, wake up and get to cooking. Skinning, slicing, boiling, and then tossing it in the Baby Bullet to puree into mushy goodness. It was my way of making up for not being able to breastfeed him for very long. Plus it was a nice little Mommy and Me bonding thing, since I was working at that time and I missed him so much during the week day. I guess it was my way of making up for lost time.
Couple of added bonuses: it was so much cheaper than buying jars of baby food, and I knew exactly what he was eating everyday.
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