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I'm gonna be round my vegetables. I'm gonna chow down my vegetables. I love you most of all my favourite vegetable


Much like the time I found myself stuck on a borrowed bike hurtling down the hill with no brakes, I discover that it is again time for Theme Thursday! And what a theme it is!

As you may know, I have two sons, dear Henry [above, at seven months] and sweet Ezra [below, also at seven months]. Both are wonderful young men, kind, thoughtful, emotionally manipulative loving. In many ways they are alike: big strapping lads capable of powerful kicks that would put a bucking bronco to shame.

They are also, it must be said, quite different. Henry is, shall we say, very naughty challenging all of the time occasionally. Strong willed, aggressive, prone to random acts of violence exuberance, he is trouble loud a delight.

Ezra is a little more laid back. More a smiler than a fighter, he's like Jimmy Buffet sans the Hawaiian shirt. Although he has the grip of a Polish washer woman and capable of blows that would put most current American heavyweights down inside two rounds, he exhibits a more sanguine personality than his older brother.

The reason?

VEGETABLES.

Bluntly. Ezra eats his vegetables. It doesn't matter what, he eats them. Parsnips, carrots, beans, peas, spuds, turnips, swedes, cauliflower, broccoli, sweet potato on and on an on. Put it in front of Him, he'll eat it.

Henry, on the other hand, well, Henry eats peas. And potatoes. Occasionally you can trick or bribe him into eating some sweet potato or carrot.

Conclusive proof that not eating vegetables promotes anti-social behaviour? Pehaps not, but it is a step...

Comments

Dakota Bear said…
No two children are the same, they each have their own personality even when it comes down to eating.
Megan said…
I still can't get mine to eat vegetables.
yamini said…
Well, I guess, it is the same old story around the world, children and vegetables go into opposite direction (well, most of the times!!!!) with parents caught in between.
On a more serious note ;)), the expressions on Henry and Ezra's faces are self-explanatory.
The "Thursday Theme" rocks!!!!
Priyanka Khot said…
yipeeeeeeeee two photos of the two MOST adorable children across the globe.

You must bring them to Delhi and I promise the flavours of vegetable dishes would be such here that Henry would eat all of them without any complains.
Ronda Laveen said…
Hey! That theory of yours! I think you're on to something!
Mrsupole said…
The kids are so cute, and the veggie theory might be true. The only veggie that all my grandkids eat is broccoli. They seem to like various other vegetables, some the same and some different.

Great post. Thank you.
Brian Miller said…
fun pics and play on the theme. have had to scrub many a vegetable from my walls from kids that i had to strike out nearly as many words as you. lol. fun to read your strike outs as well!
Reyjr said…
uhm... you have something green on your... uhm...
Wings1295 said…
Got the same dealio here. My son LOVES vegetable and fruits. When asked what his favorite food is, he always answers with watermelon.

My daughter thinks they are tiny little bits of sadness. She eats taters, in french fry form. Anything else needs a chaser of milk or something to wash it down.

Great pics, btw!
Tess Kincaid said…
Aww!! This is the sweetest veggie post of the day!!
Candie said…
LOVELY!I thought about my son too but he didn't want^^My son likes everything but for the moment,that might change.
Great post :)
Cuppa Jo said…
I have a raw food recipe for really yummy brownies. One can hide a kale, or chard or even whole head of romaine in the batter too. Need a dehydrator though. Still might be a way to get some veggies in sneakily.
I love learning about your sons' adventures lol

Nice that they are so different from each other. Means they wont have to fight about who eats what (vegetable wise) in the future :-)

Take care now
xoxo
tut-tut said…
ha! they both look full of beans, to me. Too cute.
Baino said…
One of mine ate everything, the other only raw veg. Now both eat me out of house and home! I think the second child is always a little more laid back . .we fret less over them and they seem to be more relaxed. Very cute pics and for someone who is totally toddlerphobic that's a rare compliment!
Leah said…
So funny! And incredibly indubitably adorable.
Unknown said…
Their faces are shining with personality.
I wish I looked that delirously happy when eating my veggies! My mom has three of us, the youngest being 20 and she still can remember who was a picky eater as a child and who wasn't!
Jaime said…
your kids are so cute.
R.L. Bourges said…
Veggies as Vectors of Socialization...hm... much to chew on...
Kris McCracken said…
Dakota Bear, what about twins under the conditions of a pitiless, yet fascinating psycho/sociological experiment?
Kris McCracken said…
Megan, a tragic, yet common, tale…
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, it solves the problem of looking for inspiration.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, I must say that my embrace of Indian cuisine over the past decade has nourished a fondness for vegetables I would not have dreamed possible previously!
Kris McCracken said…
Ronda, I should sell it!
Kris McCracken said…
Mrsupole, Henry is coming around. Slowly.
Kris McCracken said…
Brian, I like to keep the drafting process open to people.
Kris McCracken said…
Reyjr, babies are gross sometimes.
Kris McCracken said…
Wings, thankfully Henry LOVES fruit, so we can get in some goodness there no problem.
Kris McCracken said…
Willow, they have attracted some very kind comments.
Kris McCracken said…
Candie, for a while Henry would eat most things provided it was mixed with puréed apple. Thus we were feeding him apple and carrot, apple and spinach with broccoli, apple and sweet potato etc…
Kris McCracken said…
Cuppa Jo, that sounds kind of wrong enough to just be right!
Kris McCracken said…
Marianna, it keeps my quota of regular posts up, that’s for sure!
Kris McCracken said…
Tut-tut, they love beans, the pair of ‘em.
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, I shudder to think of the grocery bills when they become teenagers. I want to cry now…
Kris McCracken said…
Leah, I’ll pass that on to them!
Kris McCracken said…
Michael, they are not short when it comes to charisma.
Kris McCracken said…
Evening Light Writer, Ez looks that way most times. Except when he’s doing a poo. Then he looks strained.
Kris McCracken said…
Jaime, just like their father! ;)
Kris McCracken said…
mouse (aka kimy), did you stub your toe?
Kris McCracken said…
R.L. Bourges, twenty times, then swallow.
GailO said…
This has got to be my favorite vegetable post of Theme Thursday! Fantastic photos and absolutely gorgeous boys! ...I have tried to figure out how to make my blog photos larger but even with other's help I can't seem to figure it out...technologically inept I'm afraid...if you have any hints I would love to know how you do it...
Thanks for visiting and leaving a comment!...I love curry!
Diana said…
Lovely photos of your adorable boys!

Congratulations on the full night's sleep...I hope it's the beginning of a trend!
Kris McCracken said…
Oliag, it's easy. When you upload a photo, you will be able to see a bunch of coding. If you have chosen large when you’ve uploaded it, and it is landscape (for example), find the bit that reads: "width: 400px; height: 300px" and to double its size make it "width: 800px; height: 600px". To make sure the quality is good, also make sure to change "/s400/" to "/s800/".

You can make it whatever size you like, just make sure that the ratios are consistent.

If the original image is scaled smaller than (for example) 800 pixels across, it will appear pixelated when blown up larger.

Plus, the width of your template also affects what can be seen. If you chose a blogger template that allows for two columns, with one that stretches to the extreme right or left of the screen, the pictures will more comfortably fit. This template on your blog is pretty narrow and will chop off larger images.

I hope that this makes sense!
Kris McCracken said…
Diana, two night in a row now!
KL said…
Wow! such cute pictures :-) :-)....

Ez eats his veggies and that is why he is also a bit chubbier compared to Henry at that age.

Henry would be a very serious type of philosopher one day who finds the meaning of life through serious activities and thoughts. While Ezra will also be a philosopher, but he will be a mystic type of philosopher who finds the meaning of life through laughter and joy.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, Henry got chubbier at around the ten to fourteen month period. Before he began constantly running around.

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