A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove...but the world may be different because I was important in the life of a child. --Forest E. Witcraft

Saturday, February 12, 2011


We went out to a Friday night fish fry at a local restaurant.  BB drank an 8 oz bottle before we got there and ate his stage 3 jar of mixed veggies at the table before the food came.  I shared some mashed potatoes with him, and then I gave him a small bite of white fish.  He LOVED it!  He got all excited and started hitting my arm.  He really wanted more.  He must have eaten a couple dozen little bites of fish.  I'm sure his tummy is over-full tonight.

What is so surprising about this is that BB does not like many of the meat samples he has been given.  The tiny meat jars of baby food - bluuck!  The stage 2 and stage 3 meat and veggie combinations - he doesn't want the beef, he'll suffer through turkey, he'll eat the ham and pineapple, and usually the chicken and noodles get finished.  But he much prefers the veggies and fruit, so that's where we stay most of the time.  BB has eaten tiny cubes of ham from the salad bar, but this fish is the first meat he likes well enough to let me know he wants more.

1 comment:

  1. I read your June 26th post and I was brought to tears. I am thrilled God blessed you with BB and you are going to adopt him. We don't usually know what impact we may make on others through our blogs. Thank you for sharing. This is THE reason I blog...hoping to make a difference in someone's life.