Chocolate, air and “nilla shake - shake”.
My toddlers eat really well. Ivy especially.
Can you see my tongue pressed firmly on the inside of my cheek?
Today I made lunch, which Ivy and Noah pulled apart, smeared over themselves and then threw to the ground.
I gave them banana.
Noah told me, in no uncertain terms, that banana was only good for one thing; face masks (and not his own either, mine, in case you were wondering).
I gave them sultanas.
When I responded in the negative to Noah’s query of whether the fruit was chocolate he threw the offending brown pieces at me. Like a seal trainer offering up some fish, or throwing the dog a bone…maybe. That’ll teach me for answering honestly. I need to become a stealth Mummy.
I have come to the conclusion they are existing on chocolate, air and their beloved vanilla flavoured formula ("nilla shake - shake").
Linus the dog sits under the highchairs. He knows where his bread is buttered (pardon the pun).
There is nothing wrong with his appetite, nothing at all.
His girth is ever expanding, thanks to the six extra meals (plus snacks) he is getting.
Perhaps I should be more worried about what he is eating, rather than what the twins are not.
He was originally a mini foxie!
