Saturday, June 25, 2011

Making Baby Food



I have a love/hate relationship with my babies starting solid foods.  It's so messy.  Even with bibs, the baby ends up wearing most of his meal.  The floors are gross because food is flying everywhere.  Diapers no longer smell sweet and innocent.
On the other hand, it's kind of fun, because it's another milestone of infancy, a completely new experience for your baby.  I get a lot of pleasure out of food, and it's such a delight to get to introduce my baby to the world of food and discover what his likes and dislikes are.
I was not in a rush to start my youngest on "people food."  I learned my lesson with the first two.  Once you start solids, you can't go back.  It complicates life.  I can no longer live by my motto "Have boobs, will travel" because breastmilk alone doesn't cut it for "Sir Chunx A Lot" anymore.  He still loves nursing, but he is one hungry boy that demands to be let in on the fun when he sees people eating.  I caved and figured he was ready to eat when he started stealing food off my plate during meals.  He would stare in awe at my fork as it traveled from my plate to my mouth, then give a little grunt as if to say, "I want that."  The grunts quickly turned to screams, so we decided he was ready.  He started on mashed banana and rice cereal mixed with some expressed milk, but he was quickly bored.  I can't blame him!  Before I knew it, he was eating three meals a day.  It was time to put on my chef hat and make some baby food.  I have made baby food for all three of my kids, and here's why:

1. I have leanings towards being a crunchy, natural mama, and I like knowing exactly what my baby is eating.  There are a lot of great organic foods on the market these days that are less processed than traditional jarred baby food, but I still like being in control over what goes into my sweet baby's system.
2. It's a lot easier and less time-consuming than you might think.  I usually whip up a batch while I'm making dinner.
3. I believe it does a lot for a baby's palette.  Which would you rather eat - fresh peas, or pureed peas from a jar?  I like the idea of getting my children used to how "real" food tastes.  I season their baby food with spices that I normally cook with, so that they get to experience a variety of flavors.  They also quickly transition to eating whatever I'm serving for meals.
4. It's cheap!  Contrary to what retailers want to you to believe, it doesn't require fancy equipment or storage devices or cookbooks.  One large sweet potato might make 6-8 meals for my baby, which translates to costing much less than jarred baby food.


The Low-Down on the How-To
I usually begin with purees of the typical first foods for baby -  bananas, avocados, sweet potatoes, carrots, peas, pears, blueberries, etc.  Your pediatrician will likely give you reading material on starting solids somewhere around the 6-month well-baby visit, and a quick google search will turn up tons of websites to consult in a pinch if you're unsure of what your baby can dig into and what he might need to stay away from (like honey, for example).  I should note that we don't have food allergies or sensitivities in our household, so I might be less conservative than some about the age I introduce foods.
What You'll Need:
  • microwave, oven, or stove top
  • blender, food processor, or food mill
  • ice cube trays
What to Do:
Some foods, like bananas and avocados need no special preparation.  Simply mash them with a fork.  Most fruits and veggies need to be cooked before they can be pureed, and you'll have to add some liquid to it to make it a soft, creamy consistency that's easy for your toothless (or nearly toothless) baby to enjoy.  I usually steam fruits and veggies, but I bake things like sweet potatoes or acorn squash.  For blueberries, I pour boiling water over them and let them sit for about 10 minutes.  Put your cooked/steamed food in your food processor.  Add a small amount of liquid.  I like to use breastmilk to increase the nutritional value and add a familiar taste to the food, but you could use water (if you steamed or boiled the fruits or veggies, reserve the water you cooked them in for this purpose).  I also add some brown rice cereal or baby oatmeal to thicken it and as added nutrition.  Puree until you've reached the desired consistency, then pour/scoop into ice cube trays.  Place in your freezer.  Once the cubes are frozen, transfer to a zip-lock type storage bag.  Voila.  Baby food.  Ice cubes from a standard tray are about an ounce, so take out as many cubes as you need per meal depending on your baby.

After your baby has gotten the hang of this whole new concept of eating food, it's fun to experiment with different combinations of flavors.  If your baby is anything like mine, he/she won't be satisfied with the pureed goods for long.  My seven month old is already refusing when I attempt to feed him from a spoon.  He wants to feed himself finger foods, which really translates into dropping most of his food into his lap or into the dog's waiting, open mouth.  This is a phase that is a little more challenging, but this is also when I start feeding him "table food."  He's beginning to eat what we eat, although I might modify how it's prepared or served.  I had a burrito the other night, for instance, that Sir Chunx was dying to get his pudgy hands around.  I gave him some of the black beans and guacamole and tiny bits of the tortilla, and he was in heaven.  If we're eating pasta, I cook ditalini and peas in a 1:1 mixture of chicken broth and water until the pasta has soaked up most of the liquid and is very soft and easily mashed in his little mouth.  He's in love with blueberries and diced cantaloupe.  He had his first taste of french fries the other day, and he could not get them to his mouth fast enough. I found my two year old giving him bites of fresh mozzarella, and he wasn't complaining (and luckily not choking!).  Can you tell I get such pleasure out of watching him eat?

Here are a few great resources to check out if you're interested in making your baby's food:




Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Stop the Clock!

What is the one piece of unsolicited advice that you get most often if you are pregnant or a new mom?  For me, it was something along the lines of "Enjoy these times when your baby is little because they fly by."

I am now here to tell you that all those annoying commentators were correct.  It flies by at lightning speed.

May has been a month full of milestones in our house for my "book end" kids, Sammy and Caleb, a month that makes me want to freeze time somehow.  I just want to hold my three babies close and keep them from getting any bigger.  Scenes of life 10 years, 20 years, 30 years from now keep flashing before my eyes.  My babies will be all grown up, turned from boys into men, and they're not going to need me anymore!  If you've ever read the children's book Love You Forever (and I recommend that you do if you are a mom to boys), I envision myself as the mom driving across town in the middle of the night to climb into her grown son's room and rock him while he's asleep.  Go ahead, call me crazy, but someday, you might just know the feeling.




For starters, my oldest son Sammy turned five this month.  Five?!  Seriously, how did that happen?!  In the same week as his birthday, he also graduated from preschool.  How is it possible that I'm going to be the mother of an elementary schooler?  It seems like yesterday that he was a tiny baby, yet somehow he's already heading off to kindergarden!  Needless to say, I was a wreck last week.  I cry every year on all of my children's birthdays.  I do it to myself by playing this cheesy birthday song (see it here if you want to cry on your kids birthdays, too), and I cry buckets.  This year was different.  My son is entering a different chapter in life, and I'm not so sure I'm ready.  The tears weren't all sad, there was also joy and pride mixed in there.  Sammy is definitely not a little kid anymore, at least he'll tell you that.  As his mom, I relish in his accomplishments and take pride that I've helped him get where he is today.  And let's face it, I'm proud that I've actually kept him alive this long.
He's got his own friends that I didn't choose, and I'm already not allowed to sing or dance when they're around because I embarrass him.  He's starting to think girls are gross, and he takes his karate classes very seriously.  He's brilliant, too, much smarter than I've ever been.  He uses words like "demonstrate" and "terrified" in the correct context and can read site words and do addition problems.  But I think the biggest symbol of him shedding the preschool years and growing up into a big kid is that he's started wearing a watch.  Gone are the carefree days of preschool.  This kid suddenly has places to be!
Luckily, Sammy still wants me to kiss him and hug him



At the other end of the child line-up, my youngest son Caleb (also known around here as Sir Chunx A Lot) has suddenly shed any remaining semblance of  newborn-ness and turned into a little person.  In the span of two weeks, just shy of his six-month old birthday, he got two teeth and began sitting independently, scooting around the floor, eating solids, and waking up just once a night.  He's like a different baby than he was just a month ago, and I am so conflicted with each milestone that he reaches.  I know I can't hold him back, but sometimes I wish I could.  While I still want to snuggle him, he wants to be on the floor and on the move, scooting after every choking hazard that catches his eye (and there are a lot of them in our house, thanks to his brothers!).  When I try to nurse him, he's too busy watching his big brothers to latch on for any good length of time.  I just wish he would slow down a little because this is IT.  No more babies in our house.  I'm reminded every day of that fact as he grows, and it's killing me!  I've mentioned this in a previous blog, and I want to reiterate that I don't want any more babies, but why can't the one I have just stop growing???
Don't get me wrong.  At the same time, it's kind of nice.  Remember the four-month slump I wrote about a few months back?  Well, it seems like the fog is lifting around here.  I'm not completely, utterly exhausted anymore.  I can set the baby down, and he entertains himself (or his brothers keep him busy) for a few minutes.  I can now throw all the kids in the tub together, and then he actually goes to bed when they do and sleeps most of the night.  I'm even getting rid of a lot of the gear and baby clothing that has taken up so much room in our house for the last five years.

But at the end of the day, I'm still sad to see my baby days coming to a close.  Take it from me, moms-to-be out there.  It goes by SO fast.