So, I get home today, and Tyson is crying in his highchair. I’m looking at him like ‘did something just happen or are you on a hunger strike today’?
Trust me, we are going through a phase of I don’t want to eat, all I want is my ‘crunchies’, as I call them. He was such a great eater before, and now…bang…boom…nothing. Oh, he will take a couple of bites and then he is over it. Once in a while in the past 2 weeks I have been able to get him to eat without a problem.
The more the teeth are budding through, the more we are having food dilemmas. Now that I think about it, if my mouth was hurting like that, I may not want to ‘gum’ a lot of food either. The good news is that he is in the 90 percentile for other babies his age, which means I have no fear of him starving anytime soon.
He is really tall, which I can probably credit my dad for considering he is like 6’4. Little man has the genes to be a pro basketball player. The jury is still out on that one. I will never be one of those lunatic mothers who force their kids into certain sports…I am going to let him play around in different sports and see what HE likes. As far as I’m concerned, he could anything from a soccer player to a famous actor on Broadway. Whatever makes him happy. That was how I was raised and it allowed me to experiment with different hobbies/interest…etc.
Anyway, I figured out I liked to talk a out, and well here I am. ha-ha….Back to the eating thing, little man just woke up and it is time for our ba-ba, as he likes to call it.
As always, make it a good one! Carmen
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