A palate like Dad's

Thomas could compete for the world's pickiest eater. I think it has a lot to do with his (sometimes extreme) sensetivities, and the fact that he is half DeArton. We're a picky lot, though I have to keep pointing out to everyone that I'm getting better all the time. I even tried sushi, so there. Okay, so it was a California roll, but still.

Anyway, our boys are different in nearly every way, so I don't know why it is a constant surprise when I find Gordon willingly eating-- and enjoying-- something that I wouldn't go near until well into my adulthood. Tonight, for example, I made chicken fajitas. I chopped up green and red peppers and some onion to roast, and after putting the veggies in the oven, I turned around to find this:


Yes, it's Gord and yes, he's eating raw peppers. I took the picture with my cell phone, fearing that he might spit it out at any time. But he didn't-- he ate the entire remaining raw red pepper-- there was about 1/4 of it left.

Chris is an adventurous eater, something I've always loved about him. Like father, like son!