Food! Glorious food! What more could you ask for?

so my friend mary asked me today why i have totally stopped writing for my blog. so, mary, here is a post. as i explained to her, i have once again fallen into the habit of writing a lot, just not publishing. for example, a while back i wrote this and chose not to publish it because i could not imagine it being interesting to anyone else but me. looking back on it though, it is pretty funny. here it is:

"my little baby is no longer a baby. he is a little boy. a little moose boy. i am constantly amazed by the new things that he is learning and ways that he communicates with me. he has an amazing sense of humor, is extremely expressive and dramatic (i wonder where he gets that from!), fiercely independent and loving. he is the best.

anyway, what struck me today was his appetite. when i say that he is a little moose boy, i am not really kidding all that much. he isn't fat, or even close to it. he is in the 40th percentile in weight and 75th in height. what i mean about his moose like tendencies is that he can really pack the food away. i have no idea where it could go. i just can't express that enough. he must be going through a major growth spurt or something. this is what he ate for breakfast today:

1. a cup of watered down apple juice
2. two handfuls of multi grain cheerios
3. 1/2 of a banana
4. 8 strawberries
5. 1/2 of a grapefruit (plain)
   
6. a bowl of plain Irish oatmeal (adult serving size according to the side of the bag)
7. one scrambled egg
8. 1/2 of my 1/2 of the grapefruit (because he said and signed please multiple times)
9. 1/2 a cup of whole milk
10. the other 1/2 of the banana
11. a few more cheerios

and i think that he might have eaten more if sesame street hadn't been on.

i feel like i should express that i did not encourage this behavior. i am not force feeding him. i am not tempting him by putting everything under the sun in front of him. he is not eating out of boredom or anything. i feel confident in that much. he specifically said, "mama, eggs please?" when there was no sign of egg making around. he made exaggerated sound effects while eating his oatmeal "mmmmm, yuummm, mmoorreee?" he gobbled up all of his fruit before i could put the next segment down. he seemed genuinely hungry, did not whine but was relentless in his pursuit of more food. and, he said please and thank you for all of it. he was just really, really hungry. he ate more breakfast than stephen and i combined. 1/2 a serving of irish oatmeal fills me up until a late lunch.

i find myself both concerned and amused. at the very same time. where does he put it? when did he become such a little boy? isn't he supposed to eat like a bird and be really picky at this age? and, am i a bad mother for allowing him to eat so much? all these things, and more, run through my mind simultaneously. luckily, he doesn't eat quite this much all of the time. today was a rare event. i wish that i took a picture of all the food on the table. that would have looked pretty funny. like one of those weight loss reality shows where you are supposed to be really horrified by the mass quantities that just one person can consume, minus the doughnuts etc.! and then the twist is that it's (*gasp*, *shock* and *horror*) the meal of a 15 month old boy! maybe next time. baby moose boot camp."

so mary, there you have it. i told you that i wrote a whole post about my sons breakfast. i was not kidding. this is why i don't publish all that often. how, when and why did my life come to this point that what keeps my thoughts occupied is the amount of food that my son can consume in one sitting? plus, truth be told, the next series of thoughts don't get any more interesting, just gross. bowels and such is next on my minds agenda. i won't go there here. you are welcome.

someone, please, make it stop! haha.

ps- i'll post a picture or two later.