Those of you who have been around Sophie know that she loves food. You wouldn't guess by her petite little body, but she can really pack it in. If Steve or I come into the room with food, she'll climb all over us until we give her some. And she won't leave us alone until the food is gone.
(Some times when I'm really hungry and don't feel like giving her half of what I have, I hide in the kitchen and eat so she can't see me. Is that mean?)
This is what she had for lunch today, which is typical:
1/2 c chopped watermelon
a handful of cheerios
a mini glass pyrex bowl full of applesauce & oatmeal
3/4 of a string cheese
Then two hours later Steve came into the living room with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She crawled over onto his lap and he gave her about five Sophie-sized bites for every bite that he took. . . until the sandwich was gone.
For her sake, I really hope she inherited my dad's metabolism.