E doesn't eat. Seriously. He used to eat pretty much anything I put in front of him or at least he would try it. Now, good luck getting it in his mouth and even better luck getting it to stay there. He drinks milk by the gallon and his pediatrician tells me he is growing just fine. Some nights, in an effort to get him to eat SOMETHING, to eat ANYTHING, dinner might be fruit snacks. I feel like a terrible mom when this happens, but we all do what we must.
While E had a cold the past few days, his already tiny appetite became non-existent. That is until we discovered his love for homemade sourdough bread :-) We are fortunate to have a friend who makes the BEST sourdough bread. Sometimes, she surprises us with a gift of a warm loaf of bread. E loves it so much that he takes a bite and follows it with a happy dance. We were so thrilled to find something he would eat that I called her and begged to work out a barter for the magical bread. Last night, E ate so much of the bread, we had to cut him off. He reached for the bread as I put it away and began bawling. It was both pitiful and hilarious at the same time. My son has a love affair with bread.
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