My youngest little guy just goes with the flow and is
happy eating whatever (for now).
Not exact matches
But
whatever, the food's good, so as long as they're not clubbing baby seals, I'm
happy to
eat there.
I was
happy eating pasta, salad, bread, or
whatever other non-meat items came along with the dinner.
Like most things in parenthood, I am pretty sure we need to find some
happy ground somewhere in the middle between «clean your plate» and «
eat whatever you want.»
I had two miscarriages, so when I got pregnant again, I was so
happy I just
ate whatever I wanted.
Every time they decide they don't want to
eat for
whatever reason, I am
happy their nutritional needs for healthy development are met with breast milk.
As long as she is full before going to sleep she seems
happy to
eat whatever we give her.
Therapy:
Eat nutritious traditional foods and do
whatever makes our souls
Happy and fulfilled.
My Owen has «regular» lymphoma (median survival time 6 months) so he thinks it's great that he gets to
eat whatever makes him
happy.