Monday, April 30, 2007

Growing Up

To say we have picky eaters is an understatement. Oh, I know every toddler is a picky eater, but mine have elimated entire food groups from their meat (and "real" meat anyway)and veggies. Most fruits get the cut as well, but they will occasionally surprise me. And, what they do eat, they don't necessarily eat much of. This morning, though, they gave me a glimpse into the season I know is coming: the teen years when boys, no matter how picky, eat like a horse! I know because I watched four of my brother eat my mom out of house and home! I was amazed at how much they could pack in, and often just as a snack!

This morning, the boys ate an entire bowl of oatmeal, an entire piece of toast, 2 spoonfuls of peanut butter (a food they've only recently accepted) and a sippy of milk!!! They must be growing.

And, on the note of growing up, I've been hearing Tucker call me "mom" instead of "mommy" lately. It's sort of making me sad, and even though I know I should just let him address me in this more 'grown up' way, there's a part of me that wants to ask him to please still call me "mommy". :)


Zoanna said...

Yup, pretty soon a pepperoni pizza will be an appetizer.

Zoanna said...

OH, but take comfort that at least your friends will still invite your whole family to dinner, since they don't eat much. Once they hit the teen years, no one except huge families say, "we'd like to have ya'll over for lunch" and MEAN ya ALL !

Anonymous said...

The day Benjamin calls me mom I will probably weep uncontrollably-