September 23, 2007

It's Not the Size of the Boy

It’s the little things that make me laugh.

I’ve been out of town for the last few days, out on business for a life I have outside of my family. It’s some volunteer work I do and it takes me out of town a couple times a year.

So I walked into the house, walked into the kitchen and noticed my stoneware loaf pan sitting on the counter… empty, but looking like it once contained blueberry bread. I shouted out to the boys, “Y’all made blueberry bread and there is NOTHING left?” to which my younger two responded, “Ringo ate most of it...”

Ringo was not home. He was at a friend’s home. However, Ringo was hungry for blueberry loaf bread on Friday night, so he took out TGOO’s recipe that he’d received a couple months ago and made a loaf. My boys knowing how to cook is very important to me. If they are going to be perpetually hungry, they better know how to feed themselves because continual short order cook is not on my job description. Ringo pretty much ate the loaf alone.

This evening we went to my brother in law’s home for dinner. My son had been at a friend’s home, but I know that Mom and she feeds the boys when they are there. We had been in my brother in law’s home for not more than 15 minutes when my son said, “Mom, do you think I could have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?”

I said, “It’s not my home. Ask your Aunt, I’m sure she’ll say yes. I don’t know what they have here…”

My sister in law? Holy crap, she was ecstatic my son would ask for food and more than wanted to feed him. She has a four year old daughter. This ‘boy eats all the time’ is a novelty to her. Next thing I knew, she has made him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, cut like a big heart like she does for her daughter, and he had a big glass of lemonade and a banana.

It was 5:00. Dinner was less than an hour away.

The kid put away the food at dinner like he always does. I will say, that my sister in law gave him such a big piece of cake for dessert, he ended up throwing part of it away.

Now, I know to most of you who were either a pre-teen/teenage boy or who have raised them, this increase in caloric intake is no surprise. And it’s not to me either as I fully remember my brother eating a lot of food. But what is surprising to me is how much he eats and how he just doesn’t look like it.

He is 12, but doesn’t even weigh 80 pounds and he out eats boys in his class that have 40 pounds on him. My son has not an ounce of fat on him. He shot up this summer and he is LEAN and the eating machine. Good grief. And I know… its just beginning.

It just makes me laugh when he has friends over that have a full head on him in height and 40 pounds and they still eat like birds and my not even 4’8” 75 pound boy eats twice what they eat and then says, “Please, may I have some more?”

Posted by Boudicca at September 23, 2007 09:42 PM | TrackBack
Comments

I'll take this as a warning. ;-)

Posted by: vw bug at September 24, 2007 05:20 AM

Have I mentioned how much I appreciate having four daughters? My sister has four sons.... Need I say more?

Posted by: Lemon Stand at September 24, 2007 07:22 AM

Metabolism is a wonderful, cursed thing...

Posted by: Ogre at September 24, 2007 09:54 AM

Both my kids ate this way all the way through childhood. I could never fill them up and they never gained an ounce it seemed... just elongated.

I was always the one astounded when I would go to other people's houses and the kids would ask for a snack and the mom would say "No you won't eat your dinner"... LOL that NEVER happened in my house. (or only if I really botched dinner and then they did have a point as I couldn't eat it either)

My son would eat 2 dinners if given the option when he was that age - and he did on occasion. Although he eats far less I noticed the last 2 times he was home (that could be because he was consuming massive quantities of beer though... *grin*)

Posted by: Teresa at September 24, 2007 10:29 AM

CAL is 10 and he goes through spurts. When he is eating he just cannot get enough.

Posted by: Lukie at September 24, 2007 08:09 PM

Two of my boys are fairly light eaters. Then, there's Thomas. It has become a habit with him, when he goes to visit friends, to eat dinner at the friend's house - and then come home and eat a second dinner! It's scary, really. He has huge hands and feet, and he's taller than his older brother, though he's four years younger. Fortunately for all concerned, he is a very easy going, happy kind of guy.

Posted by: Peggy U at September 24, 2007 11:03 PM