Yes, that's right. I'm teaching my son to cheat. on tests.
This Friday we are heading to the pediatrician's office for a "final" weight check test before heading off to the left coast, and the doctor said she really wants to see him putting on the pounds. No pressure, though...
This means that Ethan is living on a steady diet of butter, ice cream, chocolate milk and assorted other fat-based foods.
He's on his 3rd cookie of the day and I've no intention of letting up. Please keep in mind that he'd still rather eat his body weight in blue berries and their 10-15 calories per million. So when I say I'm feeding him a steady supply of cookies, don't be alarmed. He's also eating veggies and protein.
Fortunately his appetite seems to have picked up, as I mentioned in the last post. Husband and I have sat in stunned awe at the dinner table (read: coffee table) while Ethan puts back 2-3 chicken tenders, a dozen potato wedges (smothered in ketchup, apparently the elixir of the toddler gods) and a bowl of "broci" and "flowers" and then asks for more.
So we have high hopes that he'd be gaining weight, even based on a healthy diet based on the food pyramid (whatever it might be these days). But that doesn't stop me from fattening him up with the treats, just to be sure.