Parker is a mama's boy lately. He loves for me to hold him and cuddle with him and absolutely insists that I carry him down the stairs every morning when he wakes up. He is the best eater in the house, next to his father. Parker is not picky about colors, textures, shapes, new flavors, etc. unless every once in a while he copy's what his older sister says, like having to have it cut into little triangles instead of big ones. I can deal with that. This boys loves oatmeal for breakfast! Oatmeal with raisins or craisins in it. Oatmeal! Ok that is my dad's and my grandpa's favorite breakfast. He gets it from them but oddly has never actually eaten it with them. So there's saying something about genetics and tastebuds, right?
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