Our son has always loved to eat. In the hospital after he was born, the lactation consultant called him the “barracuda” breastfeeder. He ate vigorously and often. While this made for some sleepless nights, it also meant we didn’t have to worry too much about early weight gain, which I was initially concerned about as a first time mom.
As a 21 month old he still loves to eat. We haven’t found much that he doesn’t like, but he’s definitely starting to have favorites. Early on my prescient husband nicknamed him “ratón” (spanish for little mouse), a name all too fitting as cheese now seems to stand alone at the top of the list of favorites for our little guy. He recently has taken to standing in front of the refrigerator saying “cheese, cheese, cheese” and, if that doesn’t work he’ll switch to “queso, queso, queso”. Perhaps this has something to do with being half-Wisconsinite. We do love our cheese. Continue reading