Six Feet Under the Table

Do you have a baby (or babies) and own an Infantino Fresh Squeezed Filler Station? OR, are you one of my bajillion pregnant FaceBook friends, looking for something cool that you just might need to add to your registry? This thing might be the greatest thing since sliced bread. It's simple to use, and even easier to clean. Over the weekend, I said I was going to add recipes. Well, it only took me two days (a record, perhaps?), but I finally got around to doing it! Howsabout we start with something sweet, shall we? Tonight I'm working on the savory. But a few hours ago, I whipped up some sweet recipes that I'm sure Baby Boy will love. Tell me if you make any of these concoctions! Obviously, these ingredients can be adjusted to make more. (NOTE: each squeeze pouch is 4 oz.) Wanna know what I'm making for the savory dishes? You're just going to have to wait and see! Forgive the awful photo. The natural light was gone by photo time. Applesauce What baby do...

For Christmas, my parents bought me one of those Infantino food pouch filler stations. I've been dying to get my hands on it. Now that Baby Boy has mastered the art of sucking food out of those super-convenient pouches, I'm ready to stop buying them and make them myself. Fun fact about pouches: Tyler Florence is the chef behind the baby food brand, Sprout. And Mr. Florence just happens to be my favorite chef EVER. So naturally, that's basically the only brand of food pouches I buy for Baby Boy. Luckily, they go on sale a lot. Though honestly, I probably have only bought 6 total since Baby Boy started eating solids. I just don't enjoy buying baby food. I have this weird need to make things myself. To know exactly what's in it. I guess I figure if I can't provide the milk he needs, at least I have control over this. It's a control-freak's dream. Anyway, back to my story. I took the filler station out of the box, examined the contents, and started loo...

On challenging days at work, I miss him. So I have someone send me a photo of whatever it is he is doing at that moment, and it makes everything better. Here was this morning's photo: And I think about all the things about him that make me smile. Like how he drinks his morning bottle lying down, knees to the ceiling, feet on the bed, skinny legs angled so his adorable knees rest gently together. And how when he first wakes up, he's so out of it that he stumbles over to the side of the crib like a drunk. How he picks up his food with his pointer and thumb, then uses four fingers to shove it into his mouth. And subsequently gags himself and alarms me. How sometimes, at night, J and I will stand outside of his bedroom door listening to him play with his stuffed animal friends. How every time I look at him, I see glimpses of someone else: my older sister (mostly), J, J's brother, my dad's mom, my mom. How one little person can look like so many people at one t...