Do you have a picky eater in your house? Well, we'd thought we'd share our story on how we raised Paul, and how this kid will eat anything. The key was we didn't give him choices when he was a baby. He ate what was on the table or he went hungry. We didn't dress up his food with salt or sugar either. In fact, to this day the kid goes through a 25 lb. bag of Bob's Red Mill Oatmeal about every 5 months! It's a fixture at the breakfast table. He eats a heaping cup of dry oatmeal with boiling water poured over the top without any sugar added. After about a year of this, we started adding raisins. In fact, if you put brown sugar on it, he says its too sweet - that goes for a lot of things like pop/soda, chocolate, ice cream...etc.
|Fly agaric mushroom|
So a pleasant side effect to all of this is Paul has eaten a lot of dirt, and the kid was perpetually sick the entire first year of his life. Since then, he has maybe had one minor cold. We're sure his little body built up a ton of antibodies and strengthened his immune system so much that he could live in a germ palace and do just fine. Just don't let your kids eat dirt that has been treated with fertilizers/pesticides etc. Our garden is 100% organic/pesticide free so we didn't have that fear.
|Eating dirt in the blueberry patch...|
|Taking care of the strawberries|
|Mmmm blueberries with dirt...|
|Foraging for beans|
|Not going to eat the chicken...|
|Hunting for Mushrooms|
|Eyeing the trunk full of raw apples (they're not pretty, they may have a worm, but to Paul they're heaven).|
|A fully loaded apple tree (this tree was only two years old and gave 2 dozen apples)|
|He loves his fruit and veggies.|
It's always hard to get away from the homestead, but we think it's important to take time away from all the chores and enjoy other family activities that we don't make enough time for. This weekend we decided to go camping in Ohio. During one of our walks around the lake, Jon pointed out a large sassafras tree. While looking at the gaping holes on the trunk, I spied some movement. I immediately stopped walking, pointed to a hole, and exclaimed, "Jon! A bee tree!" I have been waiting for years to come across a bee tree in the woods. Every time I see knot holes in a tree, I am looking for flying movement. Jon and I stood a long time quietly observing the hive, listening to their subtle hum, and watching them come and go from the entrance. What an exciting experience for all of us! And later on during the hike, we found a large paw paw patch!