Squishy Burrito? What?!? So, I was walking the streets of Denver with a good friend, and a boy (later to be known as Cster). I decide we should eat. "What do you feel like?" my good friend ask me. "A squishy burrito" answers Cster squishing my muscleless arm. Jump forward a few years. The good friend is now my sister-in-law and Cster and I enjoy the mountains walking to our mailbox with our 4 children Mster, Lster and Kster, and Nikster.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Lster EAT
My darling little Lster turned 1 last week. A whole year old. Unfortunately I'm afraid that he won't make it to his 2nd big birthday bash. He wont eat. He's on a hunger strike unless you feed him shredded cheese. He's even refusing crackers unless he's ABSOLUTELY hungry. I'm not sure what to do. Clearly he's hungry. Clearly I can't just feed him cheese. But I guess that's what I'm going to do. Unless I get earplugs to cover up the insanely loud shreaks of holy murder if I even think about putting something other than a milk product on his tray.
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Happy Birthday Lster!
When I was really little (I don't know how old), I refused to eat anything. My mother took me to the doctor, and for whatever reason, he suggested that she try to feed me liverwurst. It worked. For some period, that's the only thing I would eat, disgusting as it is.
51 weeks old. All heck breaks loose. I'm so sorry. and I have no answers for you. Just empathy.for the shreiks.
haha, Panda beat me to it. What she didn't tell you is that to this day, she still gets cravings fro liverwurst. GROSS!
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