Tasty

Olivia eats all the time.

Seriously. She's always hungry. No, really. Always.

Just the other day Tom mentioned that Olivia eats more than any other four year old he's ever met. Yes, he's actually met a few.

And she's actually got fairly sophisticated taste buds. She likes things that I, in my infinate maturity, refuse to even try, like shrimp and fried squash.

She will happily eat my hot and sour soup on the days I'm willing to share it rather than hoard it quietly in a corner, slurping madly and licking the bowl (me, not her.)

But we'll have dinner at 5:30 and not a half hour later, she's declaring she's hungry. And it's not that she's bored. When given food, she eats large quantities.

So we feed her. A lot.

I don't know about any other 5p- kids out there. Is this something that just comes with the syndrome? Or is it just my kid?

Alyssa? She's an evening eater. She'd go hours after getting up each morning before eating but once 4pm rolls around, she ravenous for hours, eating and eating and eating.

Sadly, Alyssa tends to prefer the food typical to her age group, such as macaroni and cheese, hotdogs, baby carrots, bologna and pickles.

Olivia likes her dads lentils and peas, fried potatoes and onions, meatloaf, oatmeal (ugh!!) and chili with lots of crackers.

Does a high tolerance for spicy foods come with a high tolerance for pain? Olivia has both so perhaps.

Alyssa has neither, so there's that.

These two little girls (one at 64 pounds and the other at 34 on a heavy day) eat like sixteen year old boys. Too bad neither of them can use the microwave like a sixteen year old boy. Wow, my life would be so much simpler if I could just say, "There are Hot Pockets in the freezer, go fix one for yourself."