Making Baby Food

When Tigger first started solids, we began with simple things like rice cereal and oatmeal. When we moved on to fruits and veggies, I made his baby food. I never thought I'd be the kind of person to make my own baby food, but it's pretty easy. I like the idea of knowing exactly what's gone into his food. And it really doesn't take that long. In a Sunday afternoon, I can make enough to last 2-3 weeks (since an individual serving is so small).

A few weeks ago, we went to this great restaurant, Art and Soul. The food was fantastic! Well, G-Ma T was perusing their website this week and noticed that they were offering a baby food making class this weekend. Papa Tigger and I signed up and headed over yesterday morning. We learned a few tips and even got to sample some food (baby and adult) for ourselves. Of course, Tigger needed a nap so he slept through most of it.....

But he woke up at the end of class with enough time to charm some of the other parents and sample one of Chef Ryan's dishes.

No Shame

Exhibit A to my Food, Food! post:

Walking through Harris Teeter today, eating a piece of chocolate cake. Papa Tigger and I had stopped by to check out the new neighboorhood grocery store. I decided I needed to satisfy my sweet tooth and checked out the single-serve selections in the bakery. The yellow cake with chocolate icing looked too good to pass up, and there just happened to be plastic forks nearby. So Tigger and I were happy as a clam to walk through the store, eating the cake while Papa Tigger filled up the basket with weekly groceries.

Food, Food!!

As I voiced in my earlier quote about the alien inside, I've come to realize that my body is not my own anymore. Not that I should complain; I was pretty lucky in the first trimester with no tiredness, morning sickness, etc. But I'm starting to notice more changes.

I used to wake up in the morning with my first thoughts being of coffee. The aroma, the taste, hmmm hmmm! Recently, I've been waking up with my first thought being food. I'm hungry!!

[PAPA TIGGER: On weekends, Mama Tigger doesn't even wait for me to get up anymore - she grabs a bowl of cereal first thing, so she can make it until we make breakfast... Too funny!]

And sometimes (especially at lunch) some food doesn't look good. So I eat what does look good and wait for those hunger pains to come again. I have no shame anymore. A coworker made the mistake of commenting on my Snickers bar the other day; he won't do that again (hey, there's protein in those peanuts!). All I know is that I'm hungry a lot and you gotta feed the beast with whatever looks good!