For the love of nectarines

In a trait that I'm sure is not all that unusual for babies, Graham adores fruit. Which pretty much means he hasn't met a fruit he doesn't like and if you want him to eat anything else, you better not put fruit on his high chair first.

This has led to what we've dubbed the Summer of Nectarines and all of the Akins have gotten in on the action. Every trip to the grocery store for the past eight weeks has included the purchase of a plethora of nectarines and every week Taylor asks why I didn't buy more. (And if I was being totally honest, he'd ask why I didn't buy more tangerines, and I'd have to again explain that I hadn't bought any tangerines lately, but would he like more nectarines.)

The obsession has gotten so bad in our household that you can't eat a nectarine in Graham's presence unless you are thoroughly prepared for his wrath. Well, his wrath and having to split your nectarine with him. We've gotten to where, after sharing little pieces, we'll give him the rest of it to chow down on until he gets too close to the pit. And even then you'd think we were the most evil parents on earth for taking away his nectarine.