I hope she can teach them all the beautiful things that I cannot. She was/is an incredible mother and an even more amazing grandmother.
EVENT 1 & 2 - BOY & GIRL
Anyone that knows my son, knows that’s he sort of this monstrous being; a tall heavyweight looking for a challenge. My daughter on the other hand is dainty and slim, concerned more about reading and details than about climbing and testing the durability of all objects within her grasp.
That said, these differences extend beyond their personality traits and well into their eating habits. A standard evening in the Brookbank home looks something like this…
We place a bowl in front of Rory and a bowl in front of Quinn. Each bowl contains the same food selection; tonight was salmon, sweet potatoes, cooked peaches, feta cheese and asparagus. Another evening might be chicken tostadas with corn, black beans, cilantro, tomatoes and avocado. If ti’s breakfast it might be french toast with eggs and bacon or turkey patties with blueberries.
Regardless what the meal is, the outcome is typically always the same. Rory stares down into his bowl and begins eating the meat; classic caveman mentality. Chicken, turkey, pork, beef, it makes no matter. He systematically hand selects each piece until every morsel is gone save for the vegetables.
Quinn, on the other hand, does the exact opposite. She delicately chooses each carrot, green bean, peanut and broccoli crown until nothing is left in her bowl save for a carnivore’s delight.
My wife and I ask them both the same question, “Are you done? Are you done? Are you sure you’re done?” They both nod their heads ‘yes’ but just to make sure we rotate their bowls. Quinn’s leftover meat goes in front of The Tyrannosaurus Carnivore and the fruits and veggies get tossed in front of the diplomat from the Herbivore colony.
They both take an additional ten to fifteen minutes to finish off the other’s plates before getting down to start the process of burning calories.