Jeff took him out for breakfast yesterday – a fun treat when Dada has late morning appointments. He ate a plate of pancakes, a fruit bowl and bites of Jeff’s chorizo. On the way out, Loretta (Marco’s favorite waitress) gave him a GIANT cookie with M&Ms that will be doled out over several days. (See why she’s his favorite?)
Last night, we took him to sushi and he out ate Jeff and I. He had miso soup, half a bowl of edamame (or “mommies”), two skewers of chicken and zucchini and a bowl of white rice.
At home, he refuses to sit in any sort of booster seat or baby chair and nightly selects where he’d like to sit and demands his placemat. “I want sit in that chair.” Luckily, his voracious appetite keeps him seated. You can tell he’s eaten by the smattering of food on his face, chair and floor, and most notably, the tell tale sign of Dora placemat.
Although he stuffs himself, it always seems like he leaves a little room for more. “I get a treat now?”
Here’s the proof:
Or, perhaps I’ve only been taking pictures of him eating... nah.
