I should have known.
On one of my first dates with my husband, we went for coffee in the middle of the afternoon. Rest assured, he had already eaten lunch. He proceeded to order coffee and four bagels, then turned to me to ask if I wanted anything. Sure enough, he ate them, one after the next. A little snack.
My dad's nickname in the Army was Sgt. Garbage, since he was known to polish off his buddies' leftovers.
So I should have know that my boys would be big eaters. But as a girl who grew up with a sister, I had know idea what I was in for.
Tonight for dinner my 9-month-old polished off a whole big jar of #3 baby food (broccoli with carrots and cheese), followed by a container of applesauce. Plus a teething biscuit and some of the spaghetti we were eating. An hour later, he breastfed.
The other day my preschooler had some crackers and lemonade at a play date. In the car ride home, he ate a granola bar. When we got home, he ate a soy corndog, apple slices, raisins, a 100-calorie bag of popcorn - and then asked me to make him mac-n-cheese. I made a packet of Easy Mac and he finished about half of it.
I'm starting to wonder, should we be looking for farmland? How else are we ever going to make it through their teen-age years?
1 year ago