Mangia, Mangia!

Joey is starting to feel more and more like a load of bricks. I made him step on the scale this morning to make sure I wasn't imagining things, or suddenly becoming a weakling.

He's 44 pounds.

Which is 4 pounds more than he weighed last week.

But really, is it any wonder, based on what he ate yesterday?

For breakfast, he gobbled up a cereal bar, then three waffles, a bowl of Cheerios, and a handful of strawberries. A couple of short hours later, he wolfed down two slices of pepperoni pizza, two fat slices of watermelon, some olives, a juicebox, 4 pigs-in-blankets, cake, and an ice cream cone (can you tell we were at a birthday party?). For dinner, while driving home from the party, he devoured french fries and chicken fingers, and for the rest of the trip home, was obsessively on the lookout for another "french fry store."

I think it's fair to say that he's in the middle of a growth spurt!

As the resident eating expert, he's even starting to give pointers to Superman and Giraffe, who were forced to eat breakfast with us this morning.