Vegetables

I am lucky that I have a child who loves vegetables, yup, that’s right, the good ol’ leafy green stuff. I hate vegetables and all things healthy; my daughter however lives for Broccoli. She’s a little piglet eater and its wonderful to see her chow down. When she was four months old we had to hospitalize B for a gastro-intestinal issue that required exploratory surgery to discover the source of the problem. For the next 9 months she had to be on specialized formula that was incredibly expensive and only available through special order. We even fought our insurance company to pay for the formula since it was medically required and we were turned down time and time again. Our doctor even wrote a letter outlining her condition and the dreaded “failure to thrive” phrase. My daughter has always been tiny, born 4 weeks early she’s just always been a peanut. I was the same way so doctors have never been concerned about her growth; she maintains a growth pattern, its just the below the 5th percentile. Now at two years old she eats everything in sight; typically for her the spicier the better. She scoops salsa on her chips, sucks it off, and goes back for more. She likes pepper in her eggs and give her chocolate milk and she’s a happy camper. She can sit and eat a whole bowl of black olives, she’s been doing that now for almost a year. It started with a dinner at Eclectic Pizza and her Tante Jayne’s salad and she hasn’t stopped wanting them since. Its to the point now that the waitress at Eclectic will give her a little dish all for herself. Vegetables, who would have thought.