I’ve been stressing about when to start Emerson on solid foods. Like every other decision regarding my child (or life in general), I have probably been putting too much time into weighing my options, reading and researching. Let’s just say, I don’t take decision-making lightly (both a blessing and a curse).

Last Sunday, I decided to make a batch of baby food to freeze. We have been hauling home quite the bountiful fall harvest every week from our farm share and I wanted to put some of those fresh, local, organic veggies to good use. My in-laws also recently sent us this amazing baby food maker, which I’ve been dying to try out. Despite all my hesitation, I got excited about Emerson’s first taste of food, as I was heaping pureed butternut squash into tiny mason jars. I decided we’d give her a few bites, just for fun. I imagined tasting nothing but breast milk her whole life and then tasting and feeling food on her tongue would be a huge moment. So, I gave her some butternut squash (to hold her over until we actually start solids). In the end, it was more of a big deal for me and nothing good or bad came of it (there may be a life lesson somewhere in there). My always serious child, for the most part, acted as if she’d eaten a thousand things, a thousand times before. Like, no big deal. Oh, Emerson.
My husband documented the experience…
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