Last summer, the diet of Michael Phelps was the talk of the town. A typical breakfast was "a five-egg omelet, two cups of coffee, three fried egg sandwiches, three chocolate chip pancakes, French toast with powdered sugar, and, to top it all off, a bowl of grits."
Well, the breakfast of Cooper yesterday morning was two scrambled eggs, most of a banana, two servings of blueberries, 1/2 English muffin with strawberry jam, and a blueberry muffin. No, he is not an Olympic athlete. He is almost a two year old.
But, it gets better. Soon after this breakfast, Papa took him to daycare where they were serving breakfast. When he walked in, his teacher put a plate down for him with yogurt and a muffin. In Papa's words "You didn't have to tell him what to do. He sat right down at the table and started eating." Where does he put it?
Today didn't go quite so well. Cooper had many silver dollar pancakes at home. I'm not sure what he had for his second breakfast at daycare, but I have no doubt that he ate whatever was offered. Right after breakfast, they go outside to the playground. Cooper is one of those kids whose face turns red within minutes of running around. So, it's safe to say he was very hot with the 87 degree day we had. Before they transition the kids back inside, they sit them down and feed them ice pellets (think slushy Coke ice). After which, Cooper proceeded to throw-up.
All I can say is thank goodness for Nana and Papa, again. He got to spend the rest of the day hanging out ... getting more spoiled by the minute. Exactly what grandparents are supposed to do. Thank goodness tomorrow is Friday.