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Baby-approved Smoothies


I sent this picture to my mom the other day and she commented that he was losing that baby look and starting to look like a little boy. Problem is, he’s 10 months old. He is a baby, and he’s underweight. I responded to her text with, “That’s called malnutrition.”

Of course, he’s not really malnourished. But at his last pediatrician appointment, he’d fallen off his growth curve. He’s just not a fan of eating. There are reasons for it and he’s seeing an OT to help him with his eating issues. But for now, all he wants to do is nurse, which is fine except that we don’t subscribe to “food before one is just for fun” in this house. Food before one provides extra vitamins and minerals that our babies need. Clearly, he’s healthy. But the boy needs some fat on his bones and a better variety of foods.

I discovered the other day that, while he’s not a fan of a bottle, he can manage a straw quite well. The first time I handed him a straw cup, he picked it up, sucked down the water that was in it, looked at me, and dropped it to the floor like, “mic drop, woman.”

And that’s when it occurred to me that smoothies might be a great way to sneak some extra vitamin-packed calories into his little tummy! So what I needed was some smoothie ideas and a freezer full of pre-prepped smoothie bags.

After an afternoon of Pinterest’ing (can we just make that a verb already?), I came up with 6 baby-approved recipes. I prepped my freezer bags so that I can just pull out a bag, thaw it, and blend it with milk and yogurt.


They don’t take up much room in the freezer since you can just smush them flat and stack them.


And both babies loved them!


Here are the recipes I came up with:
Peachy Carrot Smoothies


1 sliced banana, 1 cup sliced peaches (I use frozen), 1 cup fresh spinach, 1 cup of steamed baby carrots, and 1 tsp chia seeds.
Spinach Banana Smoothies
1 sliced banana, 1 cup fresh spinach, 1 tbsp natural peanut butter, 1/4 tsp vanilla extract, and 1 tsp chia seeds.
Carrot Avocado Smoothies
1 sliced banana, 1 cup steamed baby carrots, 1/2 cup strawberries, 1/2 avocado, 1/4 tsp coconut extract (or vanilla if that’s all you have), and 1 tsp chia seeds.

I’m guessing you might see a theme here with the chia seeds? I like to add these to as many of their foods as possible. They’re full of protein, calcium, fiber, antioxidants, and healthy carbs.

Spinach Berry Smoothies
1 cup fresh spinach, 1 cup blueberries, 1/2 cup strawberries, 1/2 avocado, and 1 tsp chia seeds
Apple Spinach Smoothies
1 chopped apple (leave the skin on!), 1 sliced banana, 1 cup spinach, 1 tbsp natural peanut butter, and 1 tsp chia seeds
Tropical Squash Smoothies
2 small squash (sliced), 1 cup pineapple chunks, 1 sliced banana, 1/4 tsp coconut extract, and 1 tsp chia seeds
When you’re ready to make a smoothie, just thaw it and blend it with milk. I use coconut or almond milk, depending on the flavor. Whole milk is fine too! I also add a couple tablespoons of full fat yogurt for a little extra creamy texture and calories.
It’s really a great snack for mom too if you’re trying to add in a few extra veggies like I am!
I skipped the full fat yogurt in mine because Lord knows I don’t need any extra calories, but it’s still very good!



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Lesson 94: Start ’em young

Last night I posted this picture on Facebook:


I commented that after dinner J got up, went into the kitchen, and started washing the dishes. We didn’t ask him to do it, he just did it. And while he was washing, he told us that this was now his job. He said, “I’m going to start washing the dishes every night!”

You guys, my job is done here. I’ve completed my mission: raise a good husband. You’re welcome, future in-law.

The comments on the post praised me, wondering what I’d done to raise such a great kid. They asked me to share my words of wisdom.

Well, brace yourselves ladies and gentlemen, because I’m about to give you my secret: We got really lucky. Seriously. We’re mediocre parents, at best.

When I’m bragging on my child, it’s not a humble brag. I’m literally bragging on my child. I am so proud of him! He has the kindest heart, he’s funny, he’s pretty damn smart (I’ll go ahead and take credit for that one), he’s an amazing big brother, he’s helpful, he’s loving and affectionate. We do our best, we fail him a lot, and he keeps showing us his grace. The child is blessed with an infinite amount of grace.

But if I can give you just one tip, it’s this: Start them young. Don’t wait! Time’s a wasting, folks! Get those babies cleaning early.

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Chocolate Apple Sweet Potato Muffins

I spent today making foods and freezing them for the babies. It’s a bit of work, but it’s really one of my favorite things to do. I’m not artsy or crafty; I can’t draw, I can’t paint, and any craft I attempt is a big Pinterest Fail. But playing with ingredients and mixing up recipes is my creative outlet.
I made veggie frittatas, zucchini lentil soup, and these muffins. I love creating recipes and these are about as good as it gets! I’m having a hard time staying out of them, but I think they’re fairly guilt-free (minus the sugar…)!

Start with 3 medium sweet potatoes and 2 apples. Bake the potatoes until they’re tender.


While your potatoes are baking, wash and grate the apples. Set them aside for later.
I use my Salad Shooter to grate the apples. This is one of my most well-loved kitchen gadgets!
Next, mix together 2 1/4 cups any flour (I used 1 1/2 c whole wheat flour and 3/4 c garbanzo flour for extra protein) and 3 tbsp cacao powder. You can use cocoa powder in the place of the cacao if you want, but cacao has added health benefits.


Add in 3/4 cups white sugar and 1/4 cup brown sugar. You can substitute with an alternative sweetener if you want, but this is the only thing in the muffins that isn’t healthy, so I choose to overlook it. As an alternative, you may want to use honey, maple syrup, or apple sauce. But if you do that, add a little extra flour or flaxseed meal (see below).
Finally, add 1/2 tsp salt, 1/2 tsp nutmeg, 1/2 tsp cinnamon, 1/2 tsp cloves, 1 1/2 tbsp baking powder, 1/4 c flaxseed meal, and 3 tbsp chia seeds.
When the potatoes have finished cooking, scrape the meat out of the skins and dump it into a blender. Add 3/4 cup milk (I used unsweetened almond milk) and 1/4 cup melted coconut oil to the blender. Blend it all together.
Pour the sweet potato mixture into the dry ingredients and give it a good stir. Once it’s mixed well, stir in the shredded apples and pour the batter into into muffin tins. I use these silicone muffin tins and love them because it’s easy to get food out once it’s cooked.
Question of the Day: Are they called muffin “tins” if they’re made of silicone??
Bake at 400 for 16-20 minutes.
Yields 24 Muffins. Freeze these in the tins, then pop them out and store in freezer bags.
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Make Your Own Magic Diaper Rash Cream!

We mostly cloth diaper, but from time to time we use disposable diapers. For one, they’re much easier when we’re out and about. Two, I’m lazy and it’s easier. Three, you can’t use most diaper rash creams with cloth diapers.

Thankfully, we don’t actually get many rashes while using cloth diapers, but they do happen sometimes (especially while teething). When we get a rash on one of the boys, this cream takes care of it fast! I found the recipe at Do It and How and it works great!

The recipe calls for 2 ounces of zinc oxide ointment, 2 ounces of A+D ointment, 1 ounce Maalox or similar antacid (do they even make Maalox anymore? I couldn’t find it, so I used Mylanta), and 1 ounce bacitracin ointment.

You just mix all the ingredients together and you’re done! I thought I would get clever and use a blender, but that turned out to be a really bad idea. Zinc hardens, y’all. Don’t do it.





IVF, Personhood, and a Story of Infertility

I don’t have an exciting infertility story.

You probably didn’t even know we struggled with infertility. Although since we have twins, you’ve wondered. Some of you have even asked me in your own polite way. Were you surprised? Do twins run in your family? Did you know you were having twins?

I do have a story, but it isn’t exciting. We didn’t try for years and years to get pregnant. I, thankfully, didn’t have miscarriage after miscarriage.

Our story is simple: We had one kid easily. And then we couldn’t get pregnant again. We saw a team of doctors, I took lots of medicines that made me a little fat and a lot crazy, I pee’d on a lot of sticks, I cried a lot, I had a minor surgery, we had 6 failed IUI’s (intrauterine insemination, where they place the sperm directly in the uterus and hope for fertilization), I prayed a lot, I was finally diagnosed with crappy egg quality, and that left us with our best option being IVF (In Vitro Fertilization, where an egg is fertilized in a petri dish, and then a healthy embryo–or two, depending on your odds of implantation–is placed into the uterus).

When all this was happening, I didn’t talk about it. Not because I was ashamed, but because I didn’t want to answer all the questions. Some women speak of being ashamed of their infertility, of feeling like less of a woman, or a failure. I never felt that way.

I didn’t talk about it because I didn’t want the looks of pity. I didn’t want every. single. conversation I had to be about my uterus. I didn’t want my friends to be uncomfortable, not knowing what to say.

I didn’t want to not be thinking about it for a moment, only to be reminded when some well-meaning friend asked me how I was doing: How are you? No, really, how ARE you?

And I didn’t talk about it because I didn’t want to hear your opinion.

You’ll get pregnant when you’re not trying. Relax!

It’s all God’s plan. Relax!

Just be thankful you already have one kid.

I didn’t talk about it because we decided to do IVF and I knew how controversial that could be. I didn’t want to know how my friends would feel about it because I knew I would cut them out in a heartbeat if they challenged me on it. I can tolerate many differences of opinion, but don’t bring my children into it. I thought it was better to not know how they felt than to lose friends.

And eventually I didn’t talk about it because it wasn’t just my story to tell anymore. I had two sweet babies on the way and maybe they wouldn’t want their beginnings told to everyone.

But it’s different now. It’s been a real learning experience for me. I’m proud of my babies and I want them to be proud of themselves. I want them to know how wanted they were, how loved they are. They were loved before they ever existed.

IVF was hard. It was difficult financially, it was difficult emotionally, and it was difficult physically. I almost changed my mind a lot during the weeks that directly proceeded the beginning of the process. I was terrified–not of the money, or the medicines, or the injections. I was terrified because I knew we only had this one last shot. Up until those moments, I always believed I would get pregnant again, that it was just a matter of time. But IVF was our final answer, and if it failed, I knew I’d have to close a door I wasn’t ready to close.


We went to the beach the week before we were scheduled to start the treatments. I cried the entire car ride home, knowing my life was about to go one direction or the other, and I had no control over it. It was so emotional, so scary, it brings me to tears even now, more than a year removed from it.

We made a stop at a local produce stand on the way home. The lady who ran it also sold jewelry and I found a bracelet that said, The Lord will fight for you. You need only be still. I bought it and I wore it every day throughout my IVF treatment. I believed it.

As the treatment progressed, my body didn’t respond the way it was “supposed to.” There was talk of only 1 possible egg to attempt fertilization and implantation with, there was talk of no eggs at all, there was talk of a failed cycle. I was given the difficult choice of deciding whether or not to halt the cycle and try again, but that would mean thousands of dollars more and we just couldn’t afford it.

The Lord will fight for you. You need only be still.

We pressed on. I gave myself injections for 12 days and went to the doctor almost daily to check the progress and to make sure I didn’t hyper-stimulate my ovaries. There were tears and screaming and laughter and anticipation and praying. Lots of that. And there was a doctor I grew to love so much because she gave me hope when I was at my lowest.

And finally, there were eggs! 9 of them! On a Friday afternoon, my doctor went in and took them.


And early on a Saturday morning, she called to tell me they all fertilized. All of them. Nine fertilized eggs! Nine embryos.

Because my odds of pregnancy were low, we transferred two embryos to my uterus.


Twins weren’t the goal–a healthy single pregnancy was the goal. But I loved those 2 embryos from the moment I knew they existed.


As much as the thought of twins scared me, I couldn’t possibly wish for one to not implant.

When I got my first positive pregnancy test, I was shocked.


I’d seen so many negatives, I wasn’t actually expecting that positive. I hit my knees and cried harder than I’d cried throughout the entire struggle. I cried for hours, sitting right there on my bedroom floor. And when I was done, I finally knew everything was going to be okay.

So when we went for our first ultrasound and saw two babies, but only 1 heartbeat, I wasn’t overly worried. I knew that second heartbeat would be there next time. I knew we’d have two healthy babies. I knew there was a chance Baby B wouldn’t make it, but I felt at peace.


The Lord will fight for you. You need only be still.

And when we went back a week later, I breathed a huge sigh of relief when the doctor smiled and showed us that second heartbeat.

And then I froze in fear when she told us that Baby B split and was now Baby B and Baby C. Triplets. She wasn’t happy about it, and I can’t say I was either. Baby B and Baby C were mo-mo twins and the risks that caused for all three babies were great.

So when she confirmed that Baby C had no heartbeat, I felt another moment of relief wash over me. And in the very next instant, I felt the worst kind of remorse for feeling that relief. But I couldn’t deny that I felt it. It took months into my pregnancy before it really hit me that I had my first and only miscarriage during an otherwise successful pregnancy. But when it hit me, I mourned that loss hard. And sometimes now when I look at B and I can see what his identical twin would have looked like, I mourn the loss again.

So now we have 3 healthy boys and we debate whether or not we might want a 4th one day. The other thing we have is 4 frozen embryos, just waiting for us to choose what to do with them. And I love them. How can I not love them? If I loved S and B before they were conceived–and I did–are the 4 frozen embryos not the same? They too were very much wanted, but it was luck of the draw, survival of the fittest. S and B developed first and appeared to be the highest quality, so they made the cut. But truly, it could have been any of them. I look at S and B and think, what if you were frozen? What if I had some other kid in your place?

So yes, I love my 4 frozen little embryos and I think about them a lot. But do I believe they’re alive? No. They need me–or another willing mother–for that.

Do I believe they have the same rights that my living children have? No. But those who proposed the Personhood Bill seem to feel otherwise. They would lead you to believe that it’s just about abortion, but it’s not. The language of the bill would make IVF virtually impossible.

IVF is expensive and hard on the body. Couples don’t just jump straight to it as an answer when they can’t grow their family. But because it’s so expensive, the goal is often to produce as many healthy eggs in one cycle as possible. Those eggs are then fertilized in a lab for about 5 days before the healthiest of the embryos are transferred to the mother’s uterus. Any remaining embryos are then frozen, giving the couple a chance to get pregnant in the future if the first transfer doesn’t result in pregnancy, a miscarriage occurs, or if the couple wishes to have more children in the future.

The Personhood legislation pushes the idea that life begins at fertiliztion. If that legislation passes, the legality of the procedures we used to get our beautiful sons would be called into question. If the Personhood Bill passes, anything that puts an embryo at risk could be a criminal violation.

If an embryo from an IVF cycle doesn’t develop normally (3 of ours didn’t), could the physician, lab, or patient be criminally liable?

Would IUI’s be criminal violations because they carry a higher risk of miscarriage?

Would women with health problems such as fibroids or other uterine problems be forbidden to attempt pregnancy because the risk of miscarriage is too great?

Would women who suffer ectopic pregnancies be allowed to receive life-saving treatment, or would the embryo’s legal rights take precedence?

What about the embryos that have already been created from IVF? What about my frozen embryos? Will I still have the right to transfer one or more to my uterus in the hopes of implantation and birth? Or does that run too much of a risk for the embryo?

Do I think it will pass? It’s been previously submitted for consideration many times before, and each time has died in committee without a vote, so no, I don’t think it will pass this time either.

But I’m furious it’s even been introduced again. And I’m furious with anybody who supports it. I said before that I didn’t want to know people’s opinions on IVF because I didn’t want to lose friends over it. Well, I’m ready to do that if I have to. If you support the Personhood Bill, you are against the very thing that allowed my children to be born. And if you’re against my children, you are no friend of mine.

For the record, we don’t know yet what we’re going to do with our 4 remaining embryos. But we think about it, we talk about it, we pray about it. It is an important decision to us. We know that our hopes for them is that they’re eventually transferred to a uterus in hopes of implantation and birth. We just can’t decide if we want to transfer one more for ourselves, or if we want to adopt all of them out to another couple.

Regardless, our embryos will have a chance at life. But as much as I love them, as much as they mean to me, they are not lives now.

Resolve, the National Infertility Association, works to ensure that all people who face challenges to grow their family are “empowered by knowledge, supported by community, united by advocacy, and inspired to act.” They’re a non-profit, 501(c)(3) organization certified under the National Health Council Standards of Excellence. If you’d like to contribute or be involved, you may find ways to do so here and here.


August 5, 2015 & August 5, 2016






Lesson 92: Babies shouldn’t wine

I turn my back for 5 seconds…


The kid has gone a little too far with the baby led weaning.






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It’s not a va-jay-jay. It’s a vagina.

To all my friends and acquaintances who agree so wholeheartedly that the Women’s March isn’t their march, that only women who hate men participated, that women have equal rights in this country…

Are you even familiar with the Mission and Vision of the Women’s March? Or did you just jump on your soapbox and make the (erroneous) assumption that the March is nothing more than a protest to the Trump Presidency? Just a bunch of sore losers. Just a bunch of entitled sluts who want to use abortion as birth control, am I right?

Let me quote your friend Trump when I say, “Wrong.”

Before you form your opinion, and certainly before you publish it, you may consider educating yourself on a few things. And after you do that, if you still believe the women and men who participated are just a bunch of sore losers, okay. You’re entitled to feel your feels.

The Mission

The Mission statement is fairly long and can easily be found, but I’ll go ahead and post the link here so you don’t even have to search for it.

What really stands out to me: “We stand together, recognizing that defending the most marginalized among us is defending all of us…We work peacefully while recognizing there is no true peace without justice and equity for all.”

You recognize the importance of defending those who have less than you, right? Since I’ve seen so much religion brought into this, let me speak in a language I think you’ll understand: “Truly I tell you, what you did for the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.” Matthew 25:40

I think we’re all among the least of these at one time or another. We all fail, we each have our own personal rock bottom. And I think many of us have the resources to pick ourselves back up. I certainly do. You probably do too. But am I really such a terrible person for wanting to stand up for those who don’t have those resources? For that woman OR man (because it is about “justice and equity for all“) who is still on his or her knees? I cannot wrap my head around why that makes you so angry.

The Guiding Principles

I would be remiss to pretend that the focus of the Women’s March wasn’t women.  The Guiding Principles state that “women’s rights are human rights, regardless of a woman’s race, ethnicity, religion, immigration status, sexual identity, gender expression, economic status, age or disability. We practice empathy with the intent to learn about the intersecting identities of each other. We will suspend our first judgement and do our best to lead without ego.”

Aren’t these things pretty much what everybody wants? Equality? Check. Empathy? Check. To be understood by others? Check. To not be judged? Check.

And in case you’re not sure whether or not you have the right to judge others, here’s a quick quiz for you:

  1. Are you an elected or appointed official charged with the job of judging the actions of others?
  2. Are you God?

If you answered yes to either of those questions, congratulations. You get to judge others. And if you answered yes to number 2, I’m truly flattered that you’re reading this.

Which brings me to the post that keeps circulating. The one that begins with “I am not a ‘disgrace to women’ because I don’t support the women’s march.”

First, damn straight you’re not!

But has it occurred to you that maybe you “do not feel (you are) a ‘second class citizen'” because you aren’t one? Good for you! No, truly, I’m thrilled for you.

But what about the woman who actually isn’t “provided opportunities in this life or in America because (she is) a woman?”

I’m talking about the single mom whose ex-husband doesn’t pay child support and isn’t held accountable for it.

The mom who has to leave her infant and go back to work too soon, while her body is still healing, because we have no maternity leave in this country.

Or the mom suffering from postpartum depression who may not have access to post-natal care because her local free clinic will no longer receive funding.

The woman who, while she can work, makes $.80 on the dollar compared to the man in the next cubicle, even though she has the same education and experience as he does.

I’m talking about the woman who feels her “voice is ‘not heard’ because (she is) a woman,” every time she has to carefully choose her words and tone so as not to offend or be called a bitch if she’s too direct.

The young woman who is told to “act like a lady” or “dress like a lady” or “talk like a lady” or that she would be so much prettier if she just smiled.

I’m talking about the woman who feels that (she doesn’t) ‘have control of (her) body or choices'” because she was raped and her rapist received 3 months jail time. Or no time at all.

Or the woman who cringes as men laugh and explain away their appalling words as “locker room talk.”

Or the woman who has her pussy grabbed without her consent.

The mom who can’t express breast milk for her infant at her job for fear of being fired or passed up for a promotion.

Or the mom who feels the need to hide herself as she breastfeeds her baby because a woman’s body has been so overly sexualized that people find the act of feeding a baby to be offensive.

I’m talking about the woman who can’t afford birth control, prenatal care, or her yearly exam because she doesn’t have insurance and very likely won’t be able to access those places who provide these services for free much longer. It’s not about abortion, so just stop it.

The woman who was physically abused, or is just fearful for her well-being while walking alone to her car in the Target parking lot. Even in the middle of the day.

The mothers who try to shield their daughters from the media so that maybe they won’t constantly feel “too fat” or “too thin” or “too whatever.”

The mothers who fight to raise their sons to believe that they are accountable for their behavior and “boys will be boys” is never an excuse.

I’m glad you “do not feel like (you are) ‘not respected or undermined’ because (you are) a woman.” That’s a wonderful feeling, isn’t it?

So yes, you are a woman and you can make your own choices. You can speak and be heard. You can vote and work if you want to. I hope you’re thankful for those who came before you to give you those rights.

But no, you cannot always control your own body. And you cannot always defend yourself. Or your family. There is so much that can stop you and there is so much that does stop others. And sometimes a person’s circumstances or problems are the result of things outside of their control.

But you’re right; we don’t always get what we want. Nor should we. And I believe firmly in self-responsibility. But I also believe in standing up for what’s right and in fighting for those who may not be able to fight for themselves–for whatever reason that may be, wherever they may be.

So if you’ve never shared a post or a blog or a news article and stated your outrage about any of the things I’ve mentioned above (Spoiler Alert: bet you have), go right ahead pretending that none of this matters, that it has no impact on you or those you love. That all the women who marched are just a bunch of whiny sore-losers.

But if you have, if even one point sounded familiar to you, then you know why at least one woman marched. And that doesn’t actually seem worthless at all, does it?

And it’s not a va-jay-jay. It’s a vagina.





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Cheesy Spinach Pasta – Great for BLW!

This is a yummy recipe for the whole family (though I add a little salt for the adults), but it’s also a fast and easy recipe for baby-led weaning. One batch will feed your baby all week long!

Or in the case of double babies, it will still last several days!

Here’s what you need:


  • 1 c uncooked small pasta (I use elbow)
  • 1 clove garlic, minced
  • 1 small zucchini (or yellow squash for extra color), diced
  • 2 handfuls fresh spinach
  • 1 tbsp unsalted butter
  • 2 tbsp almond milk (I actually used breastmilk this time, but I didn’t want to publish a picture of my boob….so…”almond milk.” Use any milk of your choice.)
  • 1 oz cream cheese
  • 1/4 c grated Parmesan cheese


Cook pasta according to package directions. Since I’m cooking this for my 9-month-olds, I make sure to cook it soft, about 13 minutes for small elbows. Go 7 minutes for al dente, 10 minutes for older toddlers. I also add in a bit of olive oil to keep it from sticking.


While that’s cooking, melt half the butter in a small skillet. Sauté garlic and zucchini until just soft, about 3 minutes. You may consider adding yellow squash, mushrooms, and/or tomatoes.
Add the rest of the butter and fresh spinach. Continue sautéing until it wilts, about 2 more minutes.
In a food processor, combine your Spinach mixture with the milk, cream cheese, and Parmesan cheese and chop it all finely.

I use the processor part of my Cuisinart Smart Stick. It comes with all these other attachments and it’s one of the best additions I’ve made to my kitchen, since it’s also an immersion blender, chopper, and electric whisk all in one!


Just a few seconds on high and we’re done!


Now just mix it with the cooked pasta, serve, and watch those little ones devour it!


S is quite the little eater, but B prefers to paint with his food.


Whatever works for ya, I guess.






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Caramelized Butternut Squash

This recipe is so delicious! I made it primarily for the babies and they loved it, but it’s also flavorful enough for the whole family. Plus, as a family of 5, we were able to eat on this for a couple of days.

Here’s what you need:

  • 5ish lb squash
  • unsalted butter
  • brown sugar
  • salt
  • pepper

That’s it!

First, prepare your squash. Scrub the outside of it, then peel it.


I saved my peelings because I keep all veggie scraps to make vegetable stock–big money saver and it tastes much better than the store bought stuff!


Now, halve your squash lengthwise…


…and gut it! Save the guts for your veggie stock too! Seriously, just toss all those scraps into a gallon-sized freezer bag. When the bag is full, you have all the ingredients you need for a delicious homemade stock.


Cut the squash into long strips (this makes it easier for babies to grip) and place them in a plastic bag.


Melt 8 tbsp of unsalted butter. Once it’s melted, mix in 1/2 c brown sugar, 1.5 tsp salt, and 1 tsp pepper in a separate bowl. Pour the butter mixture into the bag with squash slices. Close the bag and shake it until the squash is nicely coated.


Spread in a single layer on a greased baking pan or cookie sheet. Bake at 400 for 45-55 minutes, turning every 7-10 minutes, until the glaze begins to caramelize.


Feed to cute babies!






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