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The path of most resistance

There is the path of least resistance and then there is the path that I think will be even less resistant than the path of least resistance which actually turns out to be a path with crater-size resistance. Are you following me?

Six months ago, when Graham was ready to start eating solids, I decided I was going to make his baby food and save us some money. I was convinced I could make it cheaper and then also make foods that aren't available in the store to broaden Graham's pallet, if you will.

In the interest of saving money, I didn't buy the baby food-making blender that I really wanted and instead used the blender we already owned. I had intended to blog about my baby food making experiences long ago but never got around to it. Maybe it's best.

A few months ago, my post would have been all rainbows and butterflies. Because that was before I realized that sometimes making your own baby food doesn't save you money but actually costs you more. The day I realized that we were actually spending extra money to make Graham's fruit puree was similar in feeling to the day I realized Santa Claus wasn't real. Absolutely devastating.

I felt sick when I thought of all the Sundays I spent standing in the kitchen for the entire day making baby food, my feet and back aching (seriously) by the time I was finished. I actually paid money to work my tail feathers off on the Sabbath Day? Unbelievable.

But it wasn't all a complete waste, the optimistic side of me argued. Cauliflower is still one of Graham's favorite foods and it is something you can't buy in the store. And frozen veggies are actually very cheap and do save us a moderate amount of money (not enough money, though, the pessimistic side of me says).

So I decided to continue making select veggies and cereal, since my doctor told me the baby cereal has absolutely no nutritional value. And it was going great, until today when I had my blender filled to the brim with oatmeal and bananas and an entire stove top filled with other veggies waiting to be pureed next when out of nowhere my blender died. That sickening feeling returned.

Let me get this straight: Now my baby food making labor has actually cost us our blender, too? I'm not typically a quitter. When I put my mind to something, there is usually nothing that can get in my way - except a broken blender. It has really taken the wind out of my sail and I'm thinking that maybe buying baby food isn't all that bad after all.

Cauliflower is overrated anyway, right? Mostly water. He won't even miss it.

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