they go through phases...i remember when we went through the pepperoni stage...that was it....or bologna...we were lucky to gt fruit in them...and then one day they started eating the house...smiles.
Oh man! That's hilarious! We need to switch kids for a while, my almost 3 year old is out of control with the amount of food he eats in a day! He's destined to become a football player, I swear...
This post got me thinking. I ALWAYS make too much breakfast for my younger one. I need to start giving her smaller portions. They really do just eat what they need don't they.
Ha! Think of the money you would save if you just fed him what he would eat. What a funny post! BTW, I hope you had a happy birthday this past weekend. :)
LOL...that plate looks huge and I know it isn't because we have only very similar. MiniMac will eat giant amounts of about 10 things. It is always a gamble with the little ones and the food. lol.
We met you in May of 2004 at the Humane Society. You were the only dog who could have cared less that there were humans walking around. While all the other dogs barked and barked at us, you lay on the floor curled up and awake, yet quiet and uninterested. We almost passed you by but after mentioning you to one of the employees they said you were a good boy and that we should take you out for a walk. Once outside you perked right up and wanted to sniff everything and explore and didn't seem at all like the dog you were inside. We were hooked. We agreed to take you home and took care of the necessary arrangements. Your name was Champ because the Humane Society had picked you up on the side of the road, very injured in what they assumed was a fight with another dog. We were told you were maybe two years old at most. The Humane Society fixed you up and you healed like a, well, like a champ. We decided to rename you Baxter. We brought you h...
I gave my daughter a box of those Valentine’s candy hearts to eat and every time she crunches down on one it is like a spear going through my head. Next time, remember to go for the softer ones. I hate noise. Hate it. Like Jeckyll and Hyde hate it. I hate crunching, chewing, snapping, typing, clicking, clacking, humming, popping, sucking, clipping, clicking, tapping. I have an intense fear of being stuck in an elevator with a bunch of people snapping gum. Or eating popcorn. Or typing on keyboards. Or clipping nails. Oh, the torture! I was thrilled when I saw an article in Time Magazine recently that indicated I was not alone. But it also indicated that perhaps the best way to conquer the phobia is to face it head on – by being exposed to those noises you hate the most until you mentally figure out that it’s just noise, accept it, and move on. I do feel part of my problem is mental, because, with the exception of those candy ...
Dear you, Hi there! We haven't met so I thought I would introduce myself. I am a mom of two, a fifth and a third grader, at the school our kids attend. You might recognize my car, as you drive by it nearly every day when you pass me (and plenty other parents) 10 minutes before school gets out to park at the very front of the pick up line. In a spot that is not a spot. Genius! I mean why should you get to school early like many of us other parents do and park appropriately in the pick up lane when you can just come nearly at the last minute, go around a line of 30 vehicles, and park in a spot that is not a spot? Why didn't I think of that? You probably have special circumstances. I'm sure you think that NOBODY else in the pick up lane, many of whom have been sitting there waiting for 30-45 minutes have ANYTHING better that they could be doing with their time. I especially loved the day that you were parked there and ran over to grab your child and...
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As for the eater... truly 2 yr olds eat...truely eat good about every 3-4 meals... count and watch him!
Wait till he hits his teen years.
Natalie can be the same way.
Happy Thanksgiving!
We have those same plates...Target, right? LOL!!
Now that he is almost grown he eats a big snack when he comes home from school, then an hour later he eats supper.