more...More...MORE!!!

I just thought I would share with you a little insight to what our lives are like almost every night.  Tonight was a bit of an exception but pretty close.  Wade, Wells and I started eating dinner around seven o'clock.  We had steak, roasted potatoes, and watermelon.  So I gave Wells one chunk of our steak, a few potatoes, and about three watermelons.  I don't like to put too much on his plate or he gets overwhelmed and will just play with his food instead of eat it. After he finished all of of his food he asked for more.   So I gave him another BIG chunk of steak (cut into bite size pieces), and a few more potatoes and watermelon.  A while later... "more".  This time I gave him more watermelon (like five big pieces) because the steak was gone and he wasn't really liking the potatoes... "more peeeeese".... more watermelon..... "more".  By this time I thought he was going to wet through his diaper tonight so I said that there was no more watermelon.  But I offered him some gross canned, generic brand mixed vegetables.  I put just a little bit on his plate to see if he would even like it after the sweet watermelon.  I didn't even warm it up, I pulled it strait out of the fridge.  He quickly ate it and politely asked for... more...  So then I piled the vegetables on his plate for him TWO more times.  He ate half a can of the gross stuff.  But you guessed it, MORE.  So I gave him a cherry tomato (these were pretty big cherry tomatoes too), He ate it right up and wanted another one, so I gave him three more tomatoes.  Finally after forty five minutes of eating he was sort of playing with his last tomato and I decided he was done.    He took a few more sips of his milk (which he had half a sippy cup's worth), I cleaned him up, and it was off to bed.  By now we were all ready to go to bed.
Oh, I forgot to mention, just about a half hour before we sat down to eat he ate an entire eight ounce can of peaches.

I know there are a lot of people out there who have a hard time getting they're children to eat.  And I just know we'll have our turn and have a picky eater.  But I just wanted to write this down so that when I do have a picky eater, or if Wells decides he wants to boycott eating, I can remember "the good times".