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Henry has embraced the humble pea!

His mother informs me that he woke up this afternoon and told her "I love peas", followed with a "more peas please".

I only wish that I were there.
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Tash said…
He is sooo cute... however the love of green stuff won't last (sorry...) - although I've only got a sample of one to go by.

I did love shelling peas with my grandma & eating lots of them in the process. Does anyone shell peas any longer? I'll have to check our local farmers market.

So did you ever taste horse milk? Can't imagine it being very good & must be very expensive.
11 February 2009 at 15:41
Sue said…
Cody loved his peas raw! And that's the way he ate them for many, many years!

Henry is so cute!

I say "I love Henry"..."more Henry please."

And I wish I was there too!
11 February 2009 at 17:08
freefalling said…
I like peas, too, Henry.
11 February 2009 at 18:02
Dina said…
I love peas and Henry.
But peas are so round. More often end up on the floor than in the kids' mouth.
11 February 2009 at 19:53
KL said…
I guess he was dreaming of peas :-). And peas are good to eat - sweet and small, quite like candies.

A very lovely picture of Henry. All your children all the time seem so happy and jovial. Are they really like that all the time, or you just put those ones on the blog ;-) :-D?
11 February 2009 at 22:38
Jim Klenke said…
PEAS? You are not raising him right. ICK
11 February 2009 at 23:31
Ed & Jeanne said…
Probably means "I love TO pee"...
12 February 2009 at 01:40
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, he used to eat more veg, then he didn’t, now he has embraced peas and lettuce in the past week. Fingers crossed Ezra has had a good effect on him.

Ez has eaten EVERYTHING we put in front of him. Yesterday he had peas, pumpkin, sweet potato and kangaroo.

Henry wasn’t so keen on the ‘roo.

I’ve not tasted horse milk, but I would probably give it a go.
12 February 2009 at 09:00
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, he had them again for dinner, so here is hoping that it sticks.
12 February 2009 at 09:03
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, surprisingly few have been spread about, given Henry’s form for mess-making.
12 February 2009 at 09:04
Kris McCracken said…
KL, he usually asks for a biscuit when he wakes up, so to hear peas was pretty unexpected for Jen.

They’re not happy ALL of the time. Ez does quite well in that department, but Henry (being two and all) often has meltdowns. He was quite ridiculous this morning over the correct manner in which to prepare his Weet-Bix. That said, he brightened up when I took him outside to get a closer view of the moon, which was still up in the sky.

He thought that it was a ball.
12 February 2009 at 09:07
Kris McCracken said…
Jim, what’s wrong with peas? Are they your no-go food? Jen can’t stand mushrooms, and I’m not much of a cucumber man myself.
12 February 2009 at 09:08
Kris McCracken said…
VE, he is surprisingly coy when it comes to the toilet department actually. I’m not too sure why, as we’ve tried to be very positive around that kind of thing.

Maybe we’ve grossed him out.
12 February 2009 at 09:10
Baino said…
Wait until his breath begins to smell. That means he's wedged one so far up his nose, it's blocked his eustacian tubes and is beginning to go festy . . .
13 February 2009 at 15:06
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, he tends to avoid sticking things in his nose thus far, but I'll keep an eye out!
13 February 2009 at 15:20
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