Rejection

Goldie is a great little eater. Once we got the fact that it is necessary to open one's mouth to achieve food insertion squared away, we were good to go. I was being lazy at first, but quickly became ashamed of all the little Gerber jars in the pantry while I am supposed to be staying at home to do things like "save money by making own baby food." Shit. So I packed up the baby and away we went across town to a store that sells premium organic, hand fed, free range, pampered chicken and organic veggies. I was so pleased with myself, purchasing my cruelty free poultry and carrots. I got home and baked all the ingredients, carefully to preserve all the nutrients. I chopped, I pureed, I added bottled water for Christsake. What did Goldie do when I presented her with her lovingly prepared feast? She spit it in my face. Then she spit it in David's. She hates it. Worse, when I did the math it was actually MORE expensive than just feeding her the organic Gerber she hungers for. *shakes head and sighs* Ugggh