So it just might be possible that we have the world's pickiest eater on our hands. It's gotten so bad that we an occupational therapist coming into our home twice a month to work with Tate on his eating skills. I've never seen a pickier baby than him. If it's not pasta, pizza, or french fries, he won't eat it. He won't even try a cheerio, fruit loop, macaroni and cheese, cheese, goldfish crackers, and the list goes on and on. Needless to say, we've been eating a lot of pasta at our home, but it's really starting to get old. Maybe this is payback for all the grief I gave my parents about food, of which I am truly sorry for.
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Well, isn't that ironic? Remember all those times you sat at the table into the night because you refused to eat your peas? Those were the good old days. Hard to believe he doesn't like Cheerios. What does he snack on at church? Ravioli?
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