I believe that God has given me a consolation in having a second child--raised exactly as the first in terms of food--who eats about as polar opposite as the first child (an aficionado of white-only food, a boy after my own taste buds). Or maybe he is trying to teach me humility in that I don't actually have control over certain aspects of how our children turn out. Imagine that: God creates taste buds, not little old me!
I have not yet ceased to laugh and be amazed at moments with Mary and food.
* Last week, I was preparing vegetables to make soup for the subsequent day while the children were eating a dessert of ice cream cones. Mary shrieked with joy at seeing the carrots, and asked for a full-sized carrot in lieu of her ice cream, which she left to melt and be thrown away.
* Chris took us to dinner last night to give me a break and Mary ignored the pepperoni pizza we had (probably foolishly) ordered for her because she was being a vulture, picking away at my salad. Some of her favorite treats are raw red onion, bell peppers, and red cabbage.
* Today at lunch, Mary ignored her cupcake from the pumpkin patch (which she never even got 30% through) and her PBJ in order to eat as many cooked broccoli off my plate as she could until they were gone.
* She regularly refuses to eat macaroni & cheese and other "kid foods," instead eating adult-sized portions of meat. Her favorite breakfast these days is sausage (while John is on something like day 823 of eating toast with cream cheese for breakfast--only a slight exaggeration).
* The babysitter often brings with her a grapefruit and eats it unsweetened . . . well, she eats as much of it as Mary doesn't steal from her! The sitter is also the one from whom Mary learned she loved broccoli and salmon.
That is so awesome!!
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