I continue to be astonished at how much Dawit eats. We've decided to delay the college fund for a while and set up a grocery fund because this kid is going to empty our cupboards. And whoever said babies prefer bland foods because their taste buds are not developed hasn't seen this kid jettison canned green beans over the side of his highchair tray. Give him Ethiopian green beans, like the one he's holding above, and step back or you'll lose a finger. Butter noodles with parmesan - nope. Noodles with spicy tomato sauce! Plain ground beef - forget it. Shiro with injera!
His food preferences, I'm convinced, are genetically influenced. It reminds me of the grandkids of some Italian friends who used to own a restaurant in Nashville. These kids all smelled like garlic. That's because they were eating homemade marinara before they could hold their heads up.
I also think Dawit's love of being worn (as in carried in the Ergo) for HOURS is genetic. And when you get done wearing him, he thinks you should hold him some more. I love it! And I love him to pieces.