I just bought jarred baby food for the very first time. Yeah, I know, it seems like it would have come up before. Actually, it still wouldn’t have except Keeghan still only has two teeth. Ian was pretty well on table foods by 9 months, since he had eight choppers already. In addition to having less chew power, Keeghan is pickier. He doesn’t like baby food once it’s been frozen. Which means I have to make it in very small batches every couple of days.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is when “unacceptable extravagance” became “the baby can have good nutrition and I don’t have to wash the food processor again.”

Hooray For The Industrial Revolution.