When my sons, now fourteen and seventeen, had their first bite of solid food (bananas), my heart almost knocked out of my chest. I was ecstatic: bite by massive bite, they smiled so big at this new creamy, scrummy taste. Each day felt like a new adventure to try: Sweet potatoes? Yes. Pureed carrots? More. Peas? Okay, hold up, wait a hot minute—let’s figure this one out.
