Thursday, December 31, 2009

It's Miller Time!

And no, I don't mean the beer.....hold on to your hats because this story is a doozy!!

To begin this tale, I will inform you that Darren's mom's maiden name is Miller. It seems that all the Millers (and descendants of Millers) like to eat their food right out of oven. Or better yet, if they could eat it while it is still in the oven they'd be happy! I had dinner at his moms house one time and the food was taken right off the stove and put on plates and the Millers were actually eating it right away! I had to wait like 10 minutes before I could dig in! Long story short - Millers like their food hot.....

Well, according to Darren, I like my food cold. (it's not cold, just a little warmer than room temperature and not hot enough to burn my mouth...a.k.a. normal temperature that food should be eaten at...hee hee) He would always comment (err....complain) that when we would eat at my families house, the food would be sitting on the table - steam and precious heat leaving the food - while we all got situated.

Well, the reason I've painted this picture thus far is because for the past two weeks or so I could not get Dane to eat solid food to save my life. I thought he just wanted to nurse more because he was teething or had an ear infection. I'd sit him at the table and get so frustrated with him (not outwardly of course) because he would tighten his mouth up so much that I could not squeeze the spoon in....Since he wasn't eating solids, he was getting up at night because of hunger.. Not this again! I thought we were out of the whole "getting up a couple times a night" routine....but, yet again I attributed it to teething or his ear infection.

Last night I had Darren try feeding him (Dad's always seem to have luck with stuff like this - doesn't seem fair...ha!) and he wouldn't eat for him either (I thought "yeah, it's NOT me!")...so Darren asked if I would just heat up the cereal/pears/blueberries for sh^&t's and giggles.

Wouldn't you know it, the little bugger ate it all up? We had to keep reheating it because it would get cold and he would tighten his lips up - but seriously?!? that's all it was!?!?

He has become his fathers son all right....a picky eater and his food has to be hot!!!

2 comments:

Jenn Erickson said...

Great story! It's amazing how some things that you wouldn't think are genetic, are truly embedded deeply in our DNA ~ eating food straight from the fire; a holdover from our caveman days, perhaps!

Nicki said...

Ha! Glad you liked it....problem is, I think it was a fluke....he wont eat baby food again...he will only eat if he is feeding himself cereal puffs or little pieces of meat...what a little bugger!!