Eating

I haven't been doing as many posts lately, and I think its because my little monster is getting harder to photograph! Now that he runs, he just won't stay still for the camera, and more often than not as soon as I get the camera out, he purposely turns his head away to avoid it....

Yesterday morning though, there was an irresistible moment, that I just managed to capture in time.

My little man has been really ill for the past week, and yesterday was the first day that he got his appetite back. But I think even regardless of him being unwell, his eating is a constant source of stress for me. Some days he is like an eating machine, others he is so picky and fussy, and refuses to eat everything for the smallest reason. If there is pumpkin/potato/courgette on the plate, if there is a sauce, if the pieces are not cut into tiny, tiny sections, if I don't sit down with him, if the television is not on, if there isn't a toy car for him to play with while he eats...these are all reasons for him to refuse to eat a thing.
However, I have come to realise that if he finds the food himself,(normally while I am having a shower, he goes rummaging through my bag...)he will happily eat it, no matter what it is.
Yesterday, he found a plum and just started eating it (it would normally take a fair amount of coaxing to get him to eat a plum!)



and also sharing it with his best friend, Gaw-Gaw. Delicious!

A birthday weekend

A special birthday for Luis, we packed up the car and headed for the beach, for a weekend filled with food, family and relaxation.




And there certainly was a lot of food.....black forest gateau, pastel de choclo (Luis favourite Chilean dish) frankfurters, chorizo, hams and salamis, velveted prawns, pancakes, pavlova, chocolate, ice cream, and nearly a whole cow...





We did nothing too strenuous, we strolled along the beach, dipped our toes in the water, went into the town centre for yet more food (Sorrento is famous for it's vanilla slices, and I ate 2 of them...) and coffee, and ambled around Red Hill market on Sunday morning. Other than that we just sat about eating and reading.




Toby was in heaven, with all the people and all the attention.





He found some fish (all fish are now "Nemo" to him) in the pond in the garden, and terrorized them whenever he could, poking them with sticks, feeding them dirt, usual boy things i guess.



We all built sandcastles and he took great pleasure in knocking them down the minute the bucket was removed. He splashed in the sea, and he ate plenty of things I normally don't allow him to. It was Easter after all.