Monday Freeding Frenzy

I realize today isn't Monday, but it's been a busy week!

We woke up too early Monday morning, but somehow we still were running late to my bible study. Fisher was happily on the floor perfecting his rolling techniques as I chased a screaming almost-two-year-old around the house begging him to put pants on.

Fisher not only rolled completely across the room, he also managed to scoot to his brother's animal collection. The only good part of this was that Barrett got so mad at Fisher being near his zoo, that he forgot I was chasing him.

I don't know if it was all the rolling and scooting, or just that I didn't brush his hair after his bath the night before, but Fisher's hair was out of control. Since it was even more crazy than usual, I decided the shirt his Nana bought him was the best wardrobe choice.

We had a pretty good day after a crazy morning, and we ended the day with going out to eat with Gigi, Nana, and Paw.

We went to a Mexican place that we love mainly because they are fast and have free ice cream; two necessities with Barrett.

When I was reading my menu, I noticed that on Mondays, kids eat free. Since Barrett never eats, I've never ordered him anything. Sometimes he'll eat a little rice and cheese, but it's never enough to warrant paying for his own meal.

But, since it was free, I ordered him a queso puff and rice.

When his plate came, it had a giant queso puff and tons of rice. Seriously, there was about three cups of rice on the plate. I handed him a fork, and he started eating. I mean, really eating. Barrett ate the entire puff and about two cups of rice.

Then, I got him ice cream. He ate most of it before asking to eat MORE rice and cheese. He was eating it until the moment we got up from the table.

For the first time ever, I had to say that he needed to stop eating. (I wouldn't normally stop him, but I was concerned he might puke if he ate more.)

Since we had been so successful with Barrett, Doug and I decided that we'd see if the eating would continue at home with Fisher.

When we got home, we prepared everything, and Fisher had his first taste of rice cereal. At first, he had no clue what was going on, but when the spoon hit his mouth, he knew it was something good.

He ate quite a bit, and for the second time in one night, I had to stop one of my kids from eating too much.



If the first night is an indicator, Fisher should be a much better eater than his big brother!