He tends to eat heartily all day, not only his own food (organic pouches) but whatever we are eating as well: miso eggplant, pasta, stir fry, bread, etc. But at night, he eats like Midwesterners at a Las Vegas buffet. It boggles his parents' minds, confounds their budget, and embarrasses them in front of babysitters who suspect that they are starving their child.
For instance, last night he ate four pouches of organic baby food (about 4 oz. each for a total of approximately 16 ounces...aka ONE POUND OF FOOD). He also had half a bag of mini organic rice cakes, seven organic apple cookies, and a bunch of organic puffs.
One pound of food went in. Did a pound come out? According to my husband's meticulous poop diary, not even close. It's a poopy paradox.
Today we went to Dunnes, a local grocery store, because we were almost out of the 100+ pouches I shipped to Ireland. Luckily, Ella's Kitchen is here in a variety of flavors. We bought 51 pouches today. It may last us a week. Wish us luck.