Out of house and home

I've always marveled at the inordinate quantity of food Justin's mom will set out when her boys are eating. Since we first started dating, I've made mental notes of things like the three-gallon jar of salsa, the two-pound block of cheese, and the whole turkeys (plural) that are always on hand at her house, knowing that one day I could have growing boys that eat like that.

I find myself suddenly thrust into that role. Caleb has turned a corner...if we thought he was a good eater before, then he's a champion now. At eight months old, he'll eat any baby food we put in front of him. He has yet to turn up his nose at anything we've offered. I found myself unable to puree fast enough to keep up with his dietary demands, so we started him on some finger foods. He's now added cheerios, chicken nuggets, macaroni and cheese, Orzo pasta with spaghetti sauce, banana bread, muffins, sliced turkey, wild rice, peas, strawberries and carrots to his solid food menu.

That old saying about eating someone us out of house and home? I think I'm starting to get it.