My mother has said this. Many others have said this too. I think I'm starting to get it.
The baby doesn't really fuss much, and is just kinda there.
The older one is relatively obedient, and will eat almost anything put in front of him (except banana). I'm learning, during our lovely playdates with others in his class, that this is exceptional. As in, he's the exception. All others come with codicils..."I don't eat soup." "I don't like crusts." "I won't eat cucumber." "I don't like sandwiches." "Ham is yucky."
Dear lord in heaven. I made a nice carrot and red pepper soup today (it's an Avoca recipe), mainly cause we needed to use up the peppers, and I have a cold, so hello soup! This lovely playmate walks in and announces "I don't eat soup." We don't have much else in the house that I can throw together, so I ask if he wants a ham sandwich. A jam sandwich. Plain bread and butter. Pasta. Tuna. We end up at chocolate spread on bread. Great. Wait...what kind of bread? "I don't like brown bread." AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH. I don't like having white bread in the house (not cause I don't like it, but cause I like it TOO much). We happened to have a hot dog bun left over from yesterday, and there we go. This took about 20 minutes.
I'm looking at his plate (he continually got up and played with things while the rest of us sat and had a nice soup lunch, including said son, who had 2 bowls of carrot soup), which has one-half of one half eaten. /headdesk
