I am hungry.
Every night we sit down to dinner and there’s a little birdie in a highchair, bouncing up and down and making monkey sounds until I shovel bite after bite into his open mouth. When he’s decided he’s full he spits it back out just as fast as he was swallowing it one spoonful before. And then the windshield wipers come out until every speck of food has been swept to the floor.
Meanwhile, Jakey has eaten all of his steak and vegetables and is leaning over, beginning to scarf mine down. James is smart. He eats his up right quick.
The last time we had spaghetti, we all agreed that one package is no longer enough. You should see how much the little one can pack away. And apparently Jake ate half a pizza one night this past weekend.
Last time we went to Kelly’s, Jacob told me not to order him the kid pancakes. “I want the big ones. The big pancakes.” There is no kid’s menu… he’s been polishing-off the adult size all along.
Natesy’s started at Jake’s school now and fortunately they have a food program. I think we’ll be getting our money’s worth. The day form came back on Monday and it said Nate ate 200 graham crackers.
Maybe it was a typo… maybe.
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