Yum

The kid’s getting weird about food.  Up till now, I could shovel whatever I wanted into his smiling maw and he was gtg.  Now, he wants to subsist on avocados, yogurt and paper.  What’s up with babies and pica?  You won’t eat peas but you can’t get enough of dirt?  I mean, it could be worse I guess. I’m starting to worry he’s going to be a food freak show like dear old daddy.

Apparently, my husband spent the third year of his life eating only hotdogs and grapes.  His mother recalls this time fondly so I’m assuming that it wasn’t a prolonged murder attempt on her part.  When we first met he subsisted solely on frozen pizza and shawarma.  The only reason he’s broken from this habit is because I do the cooking and insist that he have vegetables.  I mean, I don’t make him touch the nasty veggies to his other foods or anything.  I am a kind and caring wife in that way.

I’m going to continue to try and feed the baby other stuff but like, it’s just so much easier to give them what they like.  Making my husband quietly suffer through asparagus is fun for me.  The baby, he’s not so quiet, and he throws stuff.  Sobbing people who throw stuff at you?  You give them the yogurt.

When he gets a little older I’ll be way stricter about it.  For now I’ll continue focusing on the husband.   

Tonight we dine on broccoli.