You are what you eat

If the saying is true that "you are what you eat", then Graham is a peach.  You see, we have made friends with a very generous farmer at the Farmer's Market and he sends home oodles of free peaches, nectarines and plums for us each and every week.  For instance, this week he sent home two crates of peaches- free!  You might think that with weeks of free, never-ending, bottomless crates of peaches, the kids would be tiring of anything with a pit. But no, they love peach ice cream, peach jam, peach salsa, grilled peaches, peach cobbler, peach slices, frozen peaches, peach popsicles, and just fresh out of the crate.  Graham especially.

With counterspace a precious commodity in our house, the crates often get put onto the ground to get them out of the way.  This is when he plots his attack. 

Yesterday, I went down the hall to wash my hands.  When I returned, there he was, in a middle of a giant puddle of peach juice, covered from head to toe with three half eaten peaches at his side and his next victim in his slippery little paws.  This was 5 minutes after he had eaten a marathon breakfast that, yes, included peaches.  He then threw his best tantrum to date over the fact that I told him no more peaches.  I put them up on the table to get them out of his easy reach and this is where I found him moments later.  His little hands inside the crate, clawing at peaches.  He can't get them out when they are on the table, but he gets tiny little handfuls and eats them through the crate.  He is obsessed.  As I was telling Ian about his troublemaking a couple hours later, we looked over and he was doing it again.  A peach thief in his own right. 

All of his clothes tell the story.  They are stained terribly around the collar and then his booty tells the story of his juice puddles.  The floors are a sticky mess, I find peach pits in the corners and I won't even tell you about his diapers. 

We will enjoy peach season while it lasts (I'm told we have another month of Graham's vice) and then it is on to apples and pears. We'll see if he shares the same enthusiasm for tree fruits lacking pits, in the meantime, he's just peachy keen.