Bulking Up

The girls and I planted our pots

I told Mike a few weeks ago that I suspect with the arrival of number 3, my camel’s back will be broken and we will need to get a membership to a warehouse store. I’m generally against us having one, simply because I then have to store the bulk purchases. And there is a startling lack of storage options in our house. I can only be so creative before we officially have no room.

Our current family size can pound fruit like no one’s business and I swear we run out every 3-4 days. [I know, woe is me. My children love fruit.] And with another eater on the way, I figured within the next year, it would be time.

And then the last week occurred. Last Friday, we made eggs for dinner. A dozen eggs. And an entire container of strawberries. And half a loaf of bread. BUT – the thing is, Mike and I had to snack after the girls went to bed because we basically got no food. The blondes ate almost all of that by themselves. On Saturday, I made spaghetti. Enough for 5-6 servings. Or so I thought. Until Fiona had FOUR helpings and Quinn had two and there were NO leftovers. Oh, and we ate almost half a watermelon.

Earlier this week, we got a text from Ms. A that Q was mad at her because she had cut her off at breakfast after a full bowl of cereal, four pieces of toast, half a banana, and milk. And that Fiona had eaten the same minus a piece of toast. Then at lunch the same day, Quinn had three helpings of everything and was still hungry so got a yogurt as a supplement. Ms. A may raise our tuition since we are apparently bringing teenage boys instead of toddler girls (rate increase is a joke). At dinner that same night, Bugs ate 2 hot dogs and a brat and Quinn ate almost three hot dogs! And they were delightfully happy. Apparently we've been starving them to death.

Either they are on a massive growth spurt (my theory), storing up for hibernation (Mike’s theory), or fearful that mealtime will be forgotten in new baby chaos (A’s theory). Regardless of the reason, it seems I need to hustle my bottom over to the nearest warehouse store and sign us up before they eat the house!