My Name is Paxton. I Like to Eat.

For a child who was horrified and offended by the very notion of his first birthday cake, he sure has come around. When we went to Autumn's baby shower two weeks ago, someone made an announcement that they would be serving cake. Paxton tore off to the back of the room, shouting "CAKE! CAKE! CAKE!". A woman was standing in the kitchen and he said, "MOVE! CAKE!". When he saw where the line formed to get some cake, he stood as patiently as he could, jumping a little in place while chanting "cake cake cake cake cake". I made cupcakes for our guests this weekend and he relished the opportunity to dig in. Here he is post-cupcake one evening. He's not shy about his love for icing.



And here he is after enjoying a cupcake at Tony and Mary's house.

And during the aforementioned cupcake enjoyment.

He also enjoys sitting in the chair that is just his size and having a snack. While he once loved Goldfish, he now knows about the bliss that is Animal Crackers, and snubs Goldfish that are offered to him. Here was a rare moment when he decided to indulge in a fish or two on the deck.

Thankfully, he isn't led strictly by junk food. On this night, I steamed some cauliflower, broccoli and carrots to go along with the rest of his dinner. After twisting his arm a bit, he tried a few bites and decided that carrots were the best thing to happen to him since the discovery of cookies. He couldn't get enough. By the end of dinner, he was covered from head to toe with vegetable remnants.