| I used an old Nutella jar. Is there anything Nutella can't do? |
And people, it worked! To the point that it actually scares me - Forster can eat a roll in about 3 seconds and act like a drug addict begging for more. Thankfully I know exactly went into them so it's a pretty guilt-free treat. I don't sweeten them at all so they are just straight fruit. I was telling a friend at church about how proud I was (even though it's only 2 steps, that's still a huge deal for me!) and she told me her mom used to make these out of applesauce. Applesauce?? Forster is a apple addict! So I made another batch with a banana and peach that were about to turn, and added enough applesauce to give it the right consistency. Voila!
Last week my mom sent me a box of plums from her backyard in Colorado. They were crazy delicious, but Forster wouldn't eat them, and Solei wasn't about to help me eat the entire box. But I knew how to get them into their adorable bodies! I pureed them up and Forster has been gobbling them up like a fiend. I even let him have one for dinner. Why not?
The reason I love this is because whenever I buy fruit, the kids will eat the first bits but there are always something left that goes bad because they're bored with it. Problem solved!
Let's be honest, I mostly wrote up this post so I could spam it with pictures of Forster. He's so much dang fun, I couldn't help myself. When he's happy, it's crazy infectious.
So to spread just a but more of that joy, here are some videos I took of him yesterday (since I realized the last videos I'd posted that weren't for atreblemaker were 6 months ago!) . The first is one of him reading one of his favorite books to you:
And this one is one of him watching a video of him and Solei from a year and a half ago. It never fails to make us smile, and it never fails to put him into a giggling fit. If you listen closely, you can hear him whining up a storm when I turn on the camera, but 2 seconds later when I turn the camera on him and he's watching the video, he's nothing but giggles.
