here's an obvious statement: when two people become friends or spouses, they influence and introduce each other to certain things, habits, or tastes. i'm thinking mainly these days about how we influence our children's tastes and preferences and how they make their own (or what they're born with).
i now watch football on sunday afternoons, which was unheard of before i met kenny. although he's not a sports kind of guy, he enjoys football and golf. i don't understand the golf thing yet, but i get why he likes football. i can appreciate musical theatre music more now, and break away from the "singer-songwriter" genre every now and then.
kenny, on the other hand, eats breakfast. he never really did before he met me. in fact, breakfast is sometimes one of our biggest meals of the day. and it always includes coffee (his influence). he actually enjoys a few
martin sexton songs, and puts cream in his black tea (or actually drinks tea now).
but there are certain things that we will never change. i will never enjoy a "maple nut goodie" (old people candy) the way kenny does. he eats them on "special occassions" because apparently they're the candy of the gods, or something. he will never put ketchup on his eggs. i love ketchup on a fried egg-on-toast sandwich. but he'll eat it on his macaroni and cheese. but not on his hash browns OR french fries (mayo on his fries. blech. at least we agree on malt vinegar).
we often compete over which food or condiment rowan or sawyer will prefer. rowan didn't touch his eggs the other day until i put ketchup on the plate. i win. sawyer didn't eat oatmeal until kenny added a little salt to it. he wins. it goes on and on. so far, rowan and kenny seem to be more similar in their preferences, and sawyer and i match up more often. i wonder which direction the third boy will tip the scales? for each pregnancy, there is a 4 week period where i crave nothing but cheerios. i can literally eat 2 bowls a day (as a snack). kenny thinks i'm influencing the baby's tastes by eating so much of what i prefer (he hate cheerios). but they still come out having their own preferences eventually.
i teased kenny the other day because he loves to get the boys wrestling. i told him that boys don't naturally wrestle. they learn it from their dads who teach them to wrestle at such a young age because they can't wait until their sons can wrestle. it's such a guy thing.