good eats

Connor has always been a good eater. As an infant, he was an efficient nurser. Once solids came around, he would eat anything from applesauce to broccoli with cheese. But something has happened.

Brian was surprised how well he ate whole green beans, steamed broccoli, and every fruit under the sun."He's more you than me," he'd say, on a regular basis. You see, Connor refuses to eat cheese, tortillas, or noodles...pretty much everything Brian loves. I would sit in my smug glory every mealtime, silently gloating our child's likeness to me. At least there is a part of me in him, even if it is just my ears and my love of broccoli, I thought.


Well, as you can imagine, my sense of connection soon faded (not that we have no 'emotional' connection...I mean my...'haha, he's more like me' connection). Doomsday was upon me. It all started with a weird look. Then my worst nightmare: HE SPIT OUT HIS BELOVED BROCCOLI. Um, WHAT?!?

My rationalization: He's just showing off for daddy (insert my husband's huge grin right about now); he'll eat the next floret. 

yeah, right, keep dreaming, mama...

and daddy just kept on smiling...

It snowballed from there: he refused applesauce, threw chicken off this tray, turned up his nose at graham crackers. Graham Crackers?! This kid was really pushing limits.

 Now, he won't touch anything but toaster waffles (with syrup!) and saltines. Um..excuse me kid, but I'm pretty sure that's unacceptable!

While I may be exaggerating a bit..those are the only two 'go-to' foods I have up my sleeve. And I'm thinking I'm pretty much screwed from here on out.