J doesn't like to eat. She doesn't like to eat much. She doesn't like to eat often.
She used to eat noodles and sauce, so I could hide all kinds of things in with the tomatoes. She doesn't eat that anymore. Well that's not true, she will eat it only at Sherway Garden Mall in the food court from one particular vendor.
She will eat fruit. Sometimes.
She has decided that she likes toast with butter. She will eat toast with butter. Sometimes.
She will eat salami, sliced chicken, steak, and shrimp.
She also has a love of anything processed. She loves KD, hotdogs, french fries, Alphagetti, and canned peaches.
Yet somehow she has more energy than many kids I know. She is at the top of her growth chart for height and weight. She is beaming with health and life.
I am sure that one day she will expand her diet. She won't be married and making a dinner of peanut butter wrap-ups with a side of grapes for her partner. Maybe one day she will stop sniffing each new food that she encounters with that little wrinkle in her nose that I just can't resist.
Maybe she gets her food energy from the sun. Maybe there is more nutrients in pancake then I am aware of. Maybe I should just stop worrying about it and be gratefull that she is healthy and strong. Yeah right.