Everyone, and by everyone I mean my husband's family, thinks our little boy looks just like my husband. While I tend to silently disagree, no one can deny that I am holding my ground on the personality side. He doesn't like to sleep, he's incredibly stubborn, and he likes to suck on lemons. Me, me, me.
At his first year check-up, I learned he's picked up one of my less-than-admirable traits.
For those of you who have been around awhile, you may recall that I had to gain some serious weight to get pregnant. I LOVED working out, some might even say I was addicted to it. This was back when I was an all-powerful corporate lemming so the term "skinny bitch" was 99% accurate. My feelings will not be hurt if you mutter that phrase when thinking of me.
When the doctor read out his one-year stats, "85th percentile length, 15th percentile weight," I almost screamed, "he hasn't been near the elliptical, I SWEAR!" What I said instead was, "I feed him...really I do," as mom-guilt flooded my veins.
|We're not underweight, we're just small-boned!|
My mom came to town soon after and threatened to give him a steady diet of potato chips for a full week. Totally pissed off by her implication that I was not giving my son enough to eat I went on the offensive. "Mom, he eats ALL THE TIME! He loves tomatoes, kiwi, turkey sausage, cottage cheese, chicken, and this morning he at an entire grapefruit!"
My mom started laughing hysterically. "You're feeding him diet food."
"No, I'm not mom, this is what I eat." I shot back.
"Why don't you try some real sausage and meat? He's not a middle-aged woman, he's a growing little boy."
"I don't eat real sausage or meat. It's gross."
She started laughing, looked at my son and said, "Grandma will feed you, sweetie," ironic because my mom weighs herself three times a day.
So now our fridge is grapefruit-free and brimming with real sausage and my little boy continues to eat higher calorie foods like a champ!
Before I know it, he'll be in the boring "average" zone for weight. However, if this is just the way he's built, long and lean, I don't know where he got that trait, but I assume he'll accept it no questions asked.
By the way, anyone eating turkey sausage should consider real sausage. It's like going from black and white to color. Who knew such a marvelous word existed?