Eli may look dead on his daddy (did I have anything to do with it?!), but one thing is for certain…he gets his taste from me. I can’t help but be proud of his palate…tonight we basically had identical dinners. Quinoa, steamed beets, edamame and grilled chicken (all courtesy of trader joe’s of course — and mine included mounds of goat cheese while his was in tiny bite-size chunks) and we both ate every bite. so proud.
oh, and yes that would be his iPhone (my old one!) next to him. Probably a bad habit at dinner!