Making peanut butter

My boy is teething. Hard core, in pain, teeth pushing through his gums. He is in a terrible mood, and very few things soothe him. 

My normal rock star eater suddenly doesn’t want anything. I made him spaghetti–normally his favorite–only to have it thrown on the floor. 

The only thing he will reliably eat when he gets like this is peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Well, that and fruit. But since babies cannot live on fiber and fructose alone, PB&J it is today. 

Every April we try to avoid grocery shopping and eat through our pantry. Needless to say, it leads to some interesting meals. I’m not too proud to break with the plan and buy my hurting toddler some peanut butter; however, I had a jar of peanuts in the stockpile and was inspired by my friend Angela to try making my own. With a little help from the kitchn, I gave it a whirl. 

You can literally do it with a food processor, peanuts and five minutes, but I felt bad for my kid and made it creamy with some canola oil and sweet with honey. The only thing I’ll do differently next time is store it in a half pint jar. 

Maybe he’ll eat this meal.  

Hard work

Every morning, I watch my almost toddling toddler begin his hard labor. This work will be constant throughout the day, but he starts every morning in a frenzy to make up for the hours spent on his stomach sleeping. First is reasserting his friendship with his seventy pound mutt. After a lot of mutual kisses and pats, they can go back to ignoring each other until mid-morning, when their affection needs to be reestablished. Then there is a lot of stacking to do and toys to move. Blocks and small ocean themed bath toys need to be put in boxes and taken back out. Rings need to be stacked, scattered and reassembled. There is a pause for reading. Then on to the music making and hitting of stationary objects with the xylophone stick. All the while he narrates his work with la(s) and na(s) and bbb(s). Shoes need their laces put dutifully inside them. Dog toys need to be stashed under bookcases.

Twenty minutes is a lot of time to fill.