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Wednesday, September 21, 2011


So, I posted in my Things I Geek Out Over posts about those super awesome fruit/veggie pouches by companies such as Happy Tot, Earth's Best, Ella's Kitchen and Plum Baby. And it's fun, being super into something that's not frivolous at all, but something that is crucial to my daughter's nutrition. Even if she weren't such a picky, nay, such a fickle eater, they'd be crucial. The vitamins and minerals in those pouches, not just the extra protein and fiber, are heaven sent.

But... well... I think I officially have a problem. An obsession, as the title to this post clearly states. I went to Target on Sunday afternoon to replenish  many things, but mostly to replenish my beloved dragon's hoard of fruit pouch treasure. Let's just say it wasn't pretty. Let's just say it looked like I was stocking up for winter. Or Y2K. Or a trip to the center of the earth.

Or as the boy in line in front of me said as I put handful after handful after handful of the stuff on the conveyor belt put it: "That is a LOT of juice"

Yeah, well... whatever.

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