The title of this post is often, though not always, the answer to the question posed in the title of the last post. Little Pookie likes to eat. Because of this, he is not so little anymore.
He still breastfeeds four times a day, but I’m not sure that mama’s milk is his favorite food anymore. Tomatoes have stolen his heart.
Saturday night we had a garden fresh dinner of steamed edamame, braised fingerling potatoes, and gazpacho. Pookie chowed down big time on the potatoes and edamame, eating almost as much as I did.
He uses his height to good advantage, getting up on his tip toes and stretching out his little arms to procure items of interest off the table.
He snagged a banana and chomped down, peel and all.
But the real trouble started when Matthew returned from the garden with a boatload of tomatoes (which I had foolishly offered to turn into sauce and can — more on that in a later post). We used our table to spread out the tomatoes, but realized our space was limited the center of the table after we found him double fisting fresh tomatoes.
I missed the actual photo op, but snapped the above after the fact, once I removed the smashed tomatoes from his fists and offered him a few cut-up bites as a replacement.
Unfortunately, the tomatoes on the table proved such a distraction at meal times that he had a hard time focusing on the food on his plate. Oh, little Pookie.
Her Green Life 
I remember those days. Mr. B weaned himself to 5 feedings by the age of one…the fifth one was actually just a bonus since he remained a staunch advocate of the middle of the night feeding the entire time we nursed. That helps to explain our co-sleeping arrangement. He also LOVED tomatoes so much so that I had to monitor his intake or the acid level would hurt his little butt.
Why do little babies like tomato so much? could it be because of the bright color?
Hmm, I’m not sure, but it’s fun to see him excited about something from the garden. Our sungold tomatoes in particular are also quite sweet, almost like candy.