Weekend recap: Food
Check-up for the B-man: He's in excellent health, and took his vaccination like a man. He's in the ninetieth percentile for height, and right smack in the middle of the range for weight. So Dr. B. says he can start eating ice cream to bulk up. He did on Saturday night. LOVED IT, of course.
On a related note, he seems to be allergic to avacados. Breaks out like a teenager. What will he do for Cinco de Mayo??
Also, he took his first bite of cottage cheese last night and looked terrified. After gagging and spitting, he held his tongue out and kept it out. Every time he started to pull it back in, he'd taste the cottage cheese and start crying. Poor kid. I have the same reaction to cottage cheese, but it looks silly for a 34-year-old to cry with his tongue hanging out.
We went out to eat on Saturday at Sweet Tomatoes, a "salad buffet" place. We always go at about 5:15, and the place is full of little new people and little old people. There's nobody in the middle unless they are carrying a booster seat. I think early in life we eat dinner really early, and then as we get older, dinnertime slides later and later. At some point, you turn a corner and dinner time starts getting earlier and earlier again until you're sitting in your recliner checking your watch, wondering why the buffet place has to wait until 4:30 to start their Early Bird Special.
Anyway, while B was eating his avacados (for the last time) and his ice cream, his big brother was eating pasta and carrots and peas and foccacia and potato-rosemary soup and a cookie and ice cream.
When we got home, M walked around the house saying "My sick, mommy. My eat too much."
On a related note, he seems to be allergic to avacados. Breaks out like a teenager. What will he do for Cinco de Mayo??
Also, he took his first bite of cottage cheese last night and looked terrified. After gagging and spitting, he held his tongue out and kept it out. Every time he started to pull it back in, he'd taste the cottage cheese and start crying. Poor kid. I have the same reaction to cottage cheese, but it looks silly for a 34-year-old to cry with his tongue hanging out.
We went out to eat on Saturday at Sweet Tomatoes, a "salad buffet" place. We always go at about 5:15, and the place is full of little new people and little old people. There's nobody in the middle unless they are carrying a booster seat. I think early in life we eat dinner really early, and then as we get older, dinnertime slides later and later. At some point, you turn a corner and dinner time starts getting earlier and earlier again until you're sitting in your recliner checking your watch, wondering why the buffet place has to wait until 4:30 to start their Early Bird Special.
Anyway, while B was eating his avacados (for the last time) and his ice cream, his big brother was eating pasta and carrots and peas and foccacia and potato-rosemary soup and a cookie and ice cream.
When we got home, M walked around the house saying "My sick, mommy. My eat too much."
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