5 pieces of bread

There were 5 pieces of bread consumed at my house this morning. I had none, the girl had 1, and the boy had 4. Yes, 4. Two toasted with jelly, two without toasted but with jelly.

So, to the dude at the food store with his snide comment of "Like bread, do you?" upon seeing the 6 loaves of bread in my cart. No, I don't really like bread, but my kids do. And as an FYI the 2 gallons of milk I bought, sir, will last about a week.

Something wrong with that boy.....

Tonight during supper Baba picked out a lima bean and said, "I found it! There are those things I love."

My kid willingly eats lima beans. I don't even willingly eat them. They just happen to be in the mixed vegetables I buy because I always forget to look for the lima bean free label.

I wish I would have had a camera....

My poor little neglected blog.

Tonight, Zippy and I took the boy out to a neighborhood Chinese food buffet. The food was most excellent, thanks for asking. The boy wanted to try everything. And I mean everything. He tried crab Rangoon, beef with broccoli, sesame chicken, Peking chicken, stuffed mushrooms, lo mien (his favorite), and all the other dishes that were there. He out ate Zippy and almost out ate me (what can I say? I'm eating for two). I ate so much that I had to call my mom and make sure she fed him while he was at her house (she did, and surprise, surprise, he ate a ton there, too).

Some of the other parents were amazed at my child's lack of pickiness. I just shrug my shoulders. I don't know why he is willing to try everything, but I'm not taking credit for it. The way the belly baby is acting, there is going to be a lot of food that it won't eat. I love broccoli, but since getting preggers, the thought of it is enough to make me yack.

When I walked in (I was meeting Zippy and Baba there; I came right from work), I was looking around trying to find my boys. The little Chinese greeter lady saw me and walked over.

Greeter lady: You looking for someone?
Me: Yes (looking around).
GL: You sit there.
Me: (looking there) I don't know those people.
GL: You sit there (pointing at a different table).
Me: I don't know those people, either.
GL: I find table for you.
Me: That's okay. I'll wait by the door.

I promptly called Zippy and told him to hurry up or I'd be eating with some random people.

Flooring, Food, and Fun

We closed on our new house today! Hooray. After Saturday, Ziz will no longer have to sleep on the couch. She'll have her own bed in her own room.

We decided rather than, um, invest in the over priced crappy carpet the builder was trying to sell us, we would purchase reasonably priced laminate from Ikea that looks great. Our flooring party was 3 weeks ago. I finally got around to downloading the pictures of my camera. I thought they were the pictures I took of Ziz's first trip to a farm this weekend, but alas no. As I recall, my camera didn't leave the diaper back last weekend. Oops.

Anyway, after the flooring was installed. We had a picnic in Baba's new house.

I really thought he was going to explode with happiness at the site of all the food around him.

Now That's Good Eating

I've often mentioned how much Baba eats. He has always been a big fan of eating anything and everything. When I was breast-feeding he usually ate every hour, every two hours if I was lucky. Yeah. That was a long seven months. When we started him on solid foods, he loved rice cereal so much, we were going through 2 to 3 boxes a week. And that stuff ain't cheap! So we switched him to toast. He would gum two pieces of toast for breakfast every morning. And then be ready for a snack a few hours later.

Now for breakfast he has 10 to 15 mini pancakes or a waffle, depending on what is in the freezer. Then he has a bowl of cereal and a glass of cranberry juice. He usually asks for "mere" on the way out the door, so I make a piece of toast or another waffle to go.

When he gets to daycare, he either has another breakfast or a snack. All of his reports for meal/snack time say "ate well." Once, he didn't eat well so our daycare lady took his temperature because he thought he was sick.

His palate has matured in his old age, the only things he doesn't like are raw onions (eww!) and grapefruit. That's it. Everything else you put in front of him he'll eat with gusto and then ask for more (mere).

The only problem we have now, besides the fact that he out eats me on a regular basis, is his constant desire to share whatever he is eating with Wili, his cows, his tractors, and anything else that happens to be around. Let me tell you there is nothing tastier than food that has been chewed on, put on the floor for the cat, rejected by the cat, picked up, and offered to you for a taste. Yummy.
But, I guess I can't really complain. He is sharing.