My and I are both vegetarians and have been for more than a decade now (we were vegetarians before meeting each other). 

But our son loves meat. He says, “Lions eat meat, and I eat meat.” 

I very much subscribe to this poem about how our children come through us but not from us. He is his own person. Although we regulate things about his life according to our values and not necessary his preferences (i.e., virtually no screen time until he’s older), there are other times when we honor what he wants and who he is, even if it’s not what we wish he wanted. 

Like meat. Oh how

We’ve really been ramping up with Tate’s eating, so I decided to put together another baby food making party. I had an amazing time planning and executing one when we lived in Houston when Henry was a baby. It’s so much more fun to cook with company!

Seven of us got together in Houston and produced so much food that it essentially lasted from the time Henry was regularly eating solid purees to the time when he could transition to un-pureed food. 

Sadly, it’s not as easy with the second baby. One of my friends said her weekends are so packed she would rather cook on a Thursday when she’s