Have you met Charlie; our garbage disposal.

 "Yo Mum, it's about that time, to bring back ... the Goldfish."

 "Yeah, dog, not sharing with you."

 "Ah, hah ... that's the ticket.  Good mummy.  Don't go too far.  I'll want more when I'm done with these.

 (eating happily ... )

"Yeah, dog, what part of not sharing didn't you understand?  The "n" or the "ot."

Charlie is an eater.  That whole phrasing "eat me out of house and home."  He would be the illustration in a picture dictionary.  His ability to eat mass quantities however does not coincide with his ability to sleep.

Case in point, he was calling to me at 3:16 am this morning grabbing for my boobies.  I know I know, he just wanted to be with his beautiful perfect can't do anything wrong mother of the decade!  Please hold your applause.

I am convinced he will always eat.  It makes me nervous because the last thing I want to do is overfeed him.  I am not one to appease my kids with food.  How do you know when you overfeed a kid though?  Things are always moving here so I do not see him eating out of boredom.

With the debates of the day and the cover of Newsweek ... one cannot be too careful.

May 9th, 2012