It started with an olive. The moment Kaylee bit into the gerignola and said “mmm” I knew I had her. This kid has an adventurous palate and is curious about food despite her standard “I don’t yike that” reaction to everything I put in front of her. Cole, on the other hand, has turned out to be a 4 yr old garburetor.
That being said, never trust a 4 yr. old.
The dried apple slices that he has been devouring at home were suddenly completely unpalatable in his lunch at daycare. Kaylee, who told me on day one that she didn’t like carrots, grabbed a bunch today in the grocery store and said “I love carrots!” She also picked out a basket of strawberries yesterday and refused to eat them today, saying she didn’t like them. Man, somedays I feel like I’m dealing with the gastronomic spawn of Jekyll and Hyde. But I refuse to give up.
Cumberland reminds me of how Canmore (a town just outside of Banff, Alberta) used to be in the early 80s. In the newer part of Cumberland, cedar accented houses finished in hues of steely blues and mossy greens line the streets. Totally Canmore.