My kid is ALWAYS HUNGRY. Always.
I joke we need to move to a farm and teach him to milk cows so we can afford to keep him, but there’s probably an ounce of truth in that.
Of course, I wouldn’t actually move to a farm. Because I don’t farm. Not on Facebook and not in real life. But, Kendall and Scott actually enjoy gardening together, and they’ve managed to produce some food so far this year, turning Kendall into quite the resourceful little forager.
He often goes out to the garden and pulls up a carrot, plucks a handful of mint, then has a nice snack.
Today, it was berries…
And mint, of course. (He’s a little obsessed with mint.)
I think it’s swell that the boys in the house are so keen on digging in the dirt and getting all nature-y, that they are able to grow us things we can then eat. Not sure Leyna will be joining them anytime soon though. She still reacts like this anytime a blade of grass touches her:
Mommy understands, sweetheart. Grass is itchy and there are bugs in dirt.