Sigh… it’s been a very, very long time since Henry VIII last graced our high chair.
As some of you are painfully aware, my number one angst since Jim-Jam was born has been his disinclination to eat enough food to sustain a gnat. I was reminded by a close friend only the other day of how we had to feed him with a syringe when he was 3 days old to make sure he regained enough birth weight to avoid being admitted to hospital. It’s only the sporadic, unpredictable possessions by Henry VIII that keep him alive.
But Henry has been absent for so long that I’ve been starting to prod J’s belly and look for signs of malnutrition.
Until suddenly – hallelujah – he came home from nursery on Thursday (having reportedly eaten his dinner there) and demanded that G make him not one but two omelettes, one after the other. These were polished off at speed and followed by melon, then yogurt, then cake. Then he did exactly the same thing on Friday.
Yesterday, this microbe ate:
- 1 bowl of ready brek
- 1/3 of a cantaloupe melon
- 1 bowl of scrambled eggs with toast
- 2 whole papayas
- 3 fish fingers with potatoes and beans
- 1 bowl of raspberries
- 2 madeleines
- 1 yogurt
- 2 bottles of milk
- Possibly other stuff that I’ve forgotten – he ate pretty much all day long
He has eaten all of the fruit in the house. I suspect this amount of food is deemed fairly normal for people with chubby, food-loving babies, but not in our house. Interestingly, on days when he eats a lot, he doesn’t take naps. Naps are for malnourished waifs, apparently.
(I give it 1.5 days before he looks at me aghast at the mere suggestion of dinner)