a tale of two diets

O's actual diet today:
a few bites of oatmeal
a slice of apple
water
a few pretzels
two bites of mac and cheese
a bite of celery
a banana
part of a sippy cup of milk
part of a sippy cup of juice
about 12 goldfish
a few udon noodles
chocolate milk (special treat at the restaurant)
a couple bites of her portion of a shared cookie

M's actual diet today:
a full bowl of grits (she asked for seconds)
a piece of raisin bread
multiple apple slices
water
milk
a dixie cup of pretzels
a full serving of mac and cheese
celery sticks
a banana
two sippy cups of milk
banana chips
dried pineapple
a sippy cup of juice
a bowl of udon noodles
chocolate milk (special treat at the restaurant)
a quarter of a large cookie

Recent research suggests that picky eating is genetic, or at least mostly so. Nature, not nurture. I have here a case study that proves the point -- in fact, the researchers used twins (though not ours). We've done nothing different with our girls. We model the same to both of them, for good or bad. We encourage them to try new things in the same ways. M says, butternut squash soup, sure I'll try it, O says, noodles of a different shape? no way. Curiously they both love broccoli, beets, and salad.

It should come as no surprise that M clocks in a good five pounds heavier than her sister.

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Anonymous said…
You're lucky! That seems like twice as much as what Nick eats some days, although you could never tell! I was a picky eater and Nick is too!
December 6, 2007 at 9:29 AM
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