A few months ago, I called Mr. T out for his unwillingness to share.
Now, I’m feeling a little like a hypocrite.
When Baby Bird would reach for my pancakes, I was more than willing to share. When she went for my yogurt, my spoon became hers.
When she went for my peanut butter and jelly, I had to put my foot down.
My obsession with PB&J began when I was pregnant. Most foods, besides burgerless cheeseburgers, made me feel ill, but not PB&J. It was a vital part of my diet. I craved it all day, every day. I still do.
In fact, it’s what I eat for breakfast — and sometimes lunch — most days.
Baby Bird has taken notice, and now she wants in.
Initially, I was fine with sharing. I’d give her a tiny piece or two, and she’d be sated. Now, as she and her appetite have grown, the tiny piece or two has become nearly half my sandwich.
I can’t live like this. (There’s also my concern about her having the sugary jelly, but I digress.)
So I’ve come up with a solution I think we can both live with: I’ll make her her own sandwiches using baby food “jelly.”
What in the world is baby food jelly? I’m glad you asked.
This is baby food jelly:
It’s made with three ingredients, there’s no added sugar, it’s another way for me to use up my cache of Stage 2 baby foods — and Baby Bird approves. (You can find my other baby food recipes here and here.)
Baby Bird can have everything else I own. But my PB&J is MY PB&J.