Not all served at the same time, of course.
Jay and I found some beef stew in the deep freeze when we did inventory this weekend, left over from when Jean was here last, so we defrosted it for dinner on Friday. After Cora finished her butternut squash and banana, she was still flapping her arms and squealing for food, so we handed over a few juicy strips (not chunks) and she gummed them right up. If only we hadn't already finished all the carrots and potatoes...
On Saturday night, we went out to our favorite restaurant with our friends the Kennedys, and it ended up being a cheeseburger and fries kind of night. And Cora decided that she would help herself to my plate. I think she only ate 3 or 4 fries, but it was more than enough grease to cause a rumbly belly all night long. BAD move on Mama's part. No more fried food for this chica until she's much older!
Then, this morning Jay made waffles. And since Cora still had a bubbly gut and hadn't produced anything to show for it, we decided against letting her have banana (which can slow things down, if you didn't already know). Instead, she ate waffles (no butter or syrup, obviously). She ate many, many waffle pieces.
And as we gave the kids their duel bath tonight, we couldn't help but notice that Cora is quite the chunk. We could be wrong, but she sure looks like she has more rolls and all-over thickness than James ever did...
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