I suspect this may be true of most moms, but food seems to be the major preoccupation of my life. When you add up the time it takes to plan it, buy it, cook it and eat it, it seems like half the week is gone. And that makes it all the more frustrating when Justin refuses to eat what I give him. For a while he seemed to want nothing but bread and bananas, but he’s been better recently (although he’s currently on a Cheerios kick).

It’s funny: when I first met Chris, I was terrified of having him see how I eat (in college it was not unusual for me to eat cold ravioli out of a can) and now I’m responsible for feeding a family. You learn quickly when you have no choice, I guess…