17 March 2009

Either You Are, or You Aren't

I don't think there's a food I don't like. With the exception of a textural issue with eggplant, I pretty much like everything. Daddy-O, on the other hand, is Mr. Meat and Potatoes picky with a sensitive Irish Catholic stomach to boot. I often go to bed thinking about what I'll get to eat tomorrow; he often forgets to eat at all. (FORGET to eat? Wha?)

Our boys are beginning to show their leanings on the food front:

Sunday morning the boys were busy playing in the living room when I decided to I make myself an egg and toast. O, sensing there was food somewhere in his proximity, abandoned his Lego's post haste and came sniffing to the stove.

He sat on my lap and we traded bites, but as usual he ended up eating most of the plate. When it was gone he pleaded for more. So back to the stove I went to produce a second helping.

Meanwhile, Bii wandered in to the kitchen looking for his playmate. I asked him if he'd like to join us for breakfast. He wasn't interested.

Me: Bii, you really need to have something to eat. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day...(yada, yada, yada)

Bii: Yeah, Mama. But I'm just really not a breakfast kinda guy.

Yep. He's definitely his father's son.


Rachel said...

I've got a few picky ones who refuse to try anything new or different (husband included), but one little girl who will eat ANYTHING, especially if it's on MY plate. She takes after me.

natasha the exile on Mom Street said...

My son is a bottomless pit ALREADY.

By the time he was 2 1/2 I could no longer order off the kids menu for him because it wasn't enough food.

If he eats this much at almost 3, how much is he going to eat at 15?

Wait, don't answer that...

Wendy said...

Have you tried eggplant cooked on a grill? It's not too bad that way. That's the only way I like it.

carsick said...

I have one that won't eat breakfast. It's easier to pull her teethe. It DRIVES ME CRAZY!
I will only eat in the morning if Dave makes it for me and thankfully 5 out of 7 mornings he does.

Such Lovely Freckles said...

We are all big breakfast eaters. As a matter of fact, my son has a ritual in the morning. He'll get up, sit on the stairs, to look down at me in the dining room, and he'll always ask, "Can I have breakfast?" My answer is always, "Good morning, son. Yes, you may." I kinda hope this will go on for a long time. :)