I Am Domestic Baby

How many times have you watched an infomercial and thought, "I totally need that!" You pull out that shiny credit card, anxiously await for the post man to deliver your package, open the box, read all the instructions (okay skim the instructions at best), and then box it back up and store it in a closest waiting for the day when you have some quality time where you can really sit down and use this contraption you just had to have.

As a round two baby shower gift I received a Baby Bullets from my sister. I would catch myself watching the Baby Bullet infomercial for twenty minutes at a time before I delivered our son. I mean, how cool would it be to make your own, healthy, baby food? And those cute little storage containers with the little smile on the side and rotating dating system...

I opened the box at my shower and giggled with joy at the idea of making my OWN baby food! It was going to be so much fun. I got the box home, took one look at the hundreds of pieces inside and promptly closed the lid and crammed it in the closet.

Today it is snowing. We are stuck inside and it is an absolute blizzard outside. I have cabin fever already and I am sick of cleaning my house. in the midst dispensing laundry to their respective drawers, I caught sight of that magical box on the shelf. Hmmm maybe today would be a great day to test it out. I mean Mr. Blue Eyes has been eating solid food for two months already.

I swiftly ditched my armful of clothes and skipped merrily into the kitchen with my toy for the day.

I began opening all of the individually packaged items. Slowly an over whelming feeling was creeping up on me. Perhaps I didn't really feel like diving into this today.

Thumbing through the manual was even worse...

I spot which of the two blades are used for pureeing and toss the user guide to the side. Who needs instructions. I have watched the infomercials; I just need these two parts and we are cooking in hot grease before you know it!

Shoot, what am I going to make? I honestly do not have to patients to wait for some fresh vegetables to steam right now. My motivation will crash to a complete standstill. Raiding the pantry I come across a can of pears. Okay, I know, dripping in sugar. But I am desperate here.

Pop a few in like so, secure the lid, few seconds pureeing, and TA-DA!!!

Holy crap! I have made my OWN baby food!

Excitement runs though my veins. I need a baby stat! Hope you are hungry Mr. Blue Eyes. Tell me what you think.

He LOVES it!

Okay, what else can I puree?