Even if you've been following this blog for the shortest amount of time, you probably have gathered that around here we love food. Though some of us are pickier than others, we have the utmost respect and love for food. All kinds. Sweet, savory, baked, roasted, raw, sauted. We love it.
And almost anything to do with food. I myself actually enjoy grocery shopping at times (depending on the store and the amount of other customers of course... ). But there is a certain joy that comes from picking out (relatively) healthy food for your family. I'm a sucker for a good cheese display, I cave at gorgeous produce, I grovel at the feet of neatly packaged pasta.
I think Lucas just loves food. Mostly sweets. It's almost sinful how the man can put away chocolate cake and nightly bowls of ice cream if we have it in the house (thank you Papa for those genes!). Fynn is following is his footsteps. But Fynn also loves the process almost more than he loves the food. He's a huge helper in the kitchen - he'll even be my assistant for dinners he wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole upon completion. I think he might possibly end up as some sort of a culinary expert... if he'll ever expand his palate further than yogurt and crackers.
Paige... oh Paige. My little girl loves food. From day one. She nursed like a champ, and then took to solid food like it was sent directly from heaven. She'll try just about anything, especially if it's on mom or dads plate.
And today, she was initiated into the preparation side of food. We made pumpkin bread, and she was the assistant baker. It was, of course, much to Fynn's chagrin that he wasn't the one helping, but he was satisfied to sit with a bowl of oatmeal (that in itself is a HUGE food development!!!) so Paige and I took to the kitchen and didn't hold back. Two loves of pumpkin bread were produced, as well as a new little baker.
