“Mom” is a title that I’ve wanted for a very long time. That title has brought me an incredible and indescribable amount of joy. And for that, to my boys, I’m eternally grateful.
That being said, my sons teach me new things about life every day. They’ve taught me that love truly knows no bounds and that there’s no use crying over spilled tortellini and gravy. They’re currently trying to teach me not to sweat the small stuff and to have patience; definitely still working on those🙃.
Brayden is my almost 18 month old. He’s… curious, to say the least. Bray gets into and onto everything that’s not nailed down or child locked and even then, he still tries. Bray is a good eater… for the most part🤞🏻. He’ll usually eat whatever’s in front of him, though there are times that he refuses to eat for one reason or another.
A few weeks ago, I roasted sausage and gnocchi on a sheet pan, and I sautéed spinach for dinner. It was great, but Bray wasn’t having it.
Zach and I each tried to feed him with our silverware and used 3 different baby spoons/ forks/ sporks… nothing was working. I knew he had to be hungry because he had refused the two options I offered him for lunch and just had a pouch and a fruit bar.
Then I remembered that I had made chicken noodle soup the week before and he loved it.
My thought process; if I took his dinner and made it into a soup, he just might eat it.
Well, it was worth a shot. So, I took out some chicken broth, heated it up, and scraped his plate into it. Here goes nothin…🤞🏻
Bray couldn’t get enough. He kept saying, “Mmm!” while he was eating. The makeshift soup was a delicious success and so, a new recipe was born!🎉
Bray, thanks for teaching me to take a step back and think outside the box every once in a while.
Credit for this recipe definitely goes to my baby boy. Who knew that you being a little scootch one night (many nights) at dinner, would lead to a new recipe?