We used to think how lucky we were that our Rafael ate pretty much anything we’d eat. I mean, he ate asparagus! Then, in an instant, he became a refusenik and I think for about six months he pretty much ate oatmeal, bread with butter, carrots, and steak. He wouldn’t even eat eggs or chicken!

We just commented last night, however, that he seems to be getting less picky again.

He can only have one type of food on his plate at a time, and he likes it when it’s “arranged.” (For example, pieces of handmade sausage from the Uruguayan butcher downtown in a circle around the edge of the plate, with a small pile in the middle. Very avant garde.)