(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:
2 kiwis
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.
4 comments:
I am amazed at how much she can eat! She probably has a fast metabolism already. I was like that when i was a kid. My dad nicknamed me the 'eating machine' because I could eat more than he could at dinner!
Ha Ha! I love the part about you hiding in the kitchen eating your food cuz I totally do that and feel so guilty! I'm glad I'm not the only one! I laughed out loud when I read that!
If it's mean to hide in the kitchen, JD and I must be terrible too because we do it all the time. We go, take a few bites, go back and feed him some of what we've given him, and go back to the kitchen. If we didn't, we'd starve!
I definitely don't think hiding in the kitchen is mean... as long as you actually feed her when she needs it. :) You are entitled to your own food, too! :)
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