I’ll spare you yet another post related to making peace with your body and focus instead on my delectable dude who’s weighing in at just over 17 pounds at 4 1/2 months. He hasn’t missed too many meals, clearly. The girls told our pediatrician that he’s going to like jalapenos and Indian food because that’s what Mommy loves to eat. It’s true. I can’t get enough spice in my life. Actually, I like both sugar and spice as food and in the little girl variety. Madeline told the pediatrician she likes lentils and naan. Then Rae and Madeline talked about how they like raw spinach. Rae said, “Yum!” in reference to kale, too. It was one of those ridiculous moments of maternal pride – as if I really had anything to do with my adventurous eaters other than offering them healthy choices (and eating a variety of food when I’m pregnant and nursing perhaps since research shows your prenatal and breastfeeding diet impacts your children’s palates).
“Just so you’re not too impressed, we love our cookies and cake around here, too,” I told the student who was came in the room along with my pediatrician.
Sugar and spice. See?
Anyway, we’ll see if Thomas takes after his sisters and isn’t afraid to nosh on veggies or try things like Indian spiced lentils. In the meantime, he’s slurping up plenty of mama’s milk (day and night, I’m afraid. He’s no human Ambien, that’s for sure).
Madeline captured this shot of us at his well-child visit today. He’s in the 90th percentile for weight and 50th for length. Our own Jabba the Hutt, only a cuter, nicer version.