I. KNOW. *GASP*
The thing is, I really do want to make homemade baby food for Paul. And I do take his nutrition extremely seriously. I really do, promise.
But I tell you what, life has really been kicking me in the butt lately. And unfortunately, my goals of homemade baby food have been put on the back-burner.
But why do I feel so guilty about admitting this? I shouldn’t feed so ashamed.
I am still a good mom if I don’t make my own baby food, right?
I think I’ve reached a point where I need to do a little picking and choosing about how I spend my day. Evaluate the things I’m going to go the extra mile with, and the tasks I’m willing forgo doing myself, and succumb to the convenient route.
I cloth diaper. I breastfeed. I do fun things throughout the day with all four of my kids, and I work from home. I love my kids fiercely, and I’m doing the best I can. If the best I can do is feed baby Paul store processed baby food, so be it.
Maybe someday soon, when the big kids go back to school and life slows down a bit, possibly homemade baby food will be something I attempt.
But right now, I’m in a parenting survival mode.
Paul will be just fine, I’m sure of it. And so will my big kids.
Because you know what? We had fast food for dinner last night. *DOUBLE GASP*
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