A little recap of my day yesterday:
- Little Fig came hurtling towards me at full speed, while I was squatting down to pick a toy up. He used my ponytail to scale me. I was nearly scalped in the process.
- Upon emptying the “little loo” potty spilled pee all over my socks.
- Smacked my 6 month old in the face with a tree branch on accident while he was sleeping in the ergo.
- Walked all the way to the park with a baby and a toddler only to get caught in a torrential rain poor 20 seconds after we arrived.
- While nursing the baby, Fig managed to lock me in the room. He then proceeded to scream bloody murder for the next 5 minutes because he couldn’t find me and couldn’t hear my voice over his own whaling.
- Finally got around to showering only to realize 40 minutes later, after attempting to put on shorts, that I had only shaved one leg.
So when I embarked on making some apple and blueberry puree for the newest little foodie among us I was in a fairly sour mood to say the least.
To be totally honest, feeding little Cedar is marked with a bit of sadness. For 9 months inside + 6 on the outside he’s been totally dependent on me and now he’s growing apart from that magical time we’ve shared together. Starting solids means moving away from me and it’s always a little bittersweet. Anyway, enough of the sappy.
Little Fig wanted to help and despite my feeling to the contrary and aforementioned horrific mood; I let him. I’m glad I did because it turns out making baby puree is an awesome toddler-friendly cooking activity given its relative ease and few ingredients. Seeing Fig’s face light up when we fed it to his little brother is a memory I’ll cherish forever. He experienced the joy of cooking for others.
Oiii! That sounds like a good day to surrender, drink tea and let the kids eat whatever leftovers they find underneath the table. Lucky for Cedar you are an amazing mama and still cook from scratch 😊 I love all the bite ridden apples, looks like cooking with toddlers!
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The surest sign you’re cooking with a toddler is all the random nibbles! It was one of those days…too bad all the ants that have recently invaded our house ate all the leftovers underneath or else I surely would have told Fig to forage dinner for himself 🙂
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