We're raising a little eating machine. He just sits and eats and eats and eats. This morning for breakfast he ate a pancake, 3/4 of a banana, a handful of Cherrios and 5 oz of milk. . . quite a feat for a man who supposedly has a stomach the size of his own fist.
Today was heaven for him, Thanksgiving. He didn't like turkey, but the potatoes, the stuffing, the cranberry sauce, and the bread. . . dear lord the boy ate 2 whole rolls, one each family dinner! The boy doesn't stop. I don't now where he puts it.
I'm worried if he keeps up this pace we're going to end up on Maury Povich in a couple years, with an 80 lbs preschooler. He's still not a big boy by any means, but if he keeps putting away so much food he'll have things flying in orbit around him in no time.