Recently we were lucky enough to spend a few days at Mont Tremblant in the beautiful province of Quebec. This lovely spot nestled in amongst the spectacular Laurentians is a short drive from Montreal and a hop, skip and jump from parts of Ontario and Vermont. It was the perfect way to end our family road trip (more on this in Travel Reviews soon)!
But on the last evening while we were out for a fondue dinner at La Savoie I experienced something the likes of which I have never seen before. I have heard of such craziness taking place but I have never been witness to it.
I saw before me a beast. He at first appears non-threatening as he lures you in with his sweet, puppy dog eyes. He may even cuddle up to you like the tiny baby you still confuse him for. But this beast is no nursling. No! He is definitely a beast and he is just waiting to pounce on anything edible he can get his hands on. He has an endless appetite and will eat until the food is gone and will then insist on eating more. You fear that this beast may have a demonic parasite in his flat, little belly. Where else could all of the food go? And you know that he will get very moody if you do not give him what he wants - food - so you do. The most frightening part about the beast? He lives among us.
I was able to catch the beast and his accomplice in action. Don't be fooled by their friendly smiles. It is a distraction, a ploy. Soon they will attack!
My tween son (The Bottomless Pit) and his accomplice (Dad).
As my daughter and I eventually had to wave the white flag to the fondue feast...
*Burp*
The beast kept going! He ate and he ate and HE ATE SOME MORE. But the beast is so skinny, where does it go? After hours and hours of cheese and meat and veggie fondue even his brave and accomplished partner in crime, a beast in his own right, had to back down. And, naively, we all thought it was done but NO. The beast did the unthinkable. The unimaginable...
My growing boy with his chocolate fondue.
Do you have one of these beasts in your family? What do you do to appease and feed the beast?!
Yes! My number one son (he's three) eats like a lumberjack, and he's a total stickbug (his sister calls him The Only Stick with Eyeballs). Seriously, that kid can eat 5 pancakes, 6 breakfast sausages, 2 oranges, and then burst into tears when there isn't any left. He's got a size 2 waist and a size 5 leg.... I guess he'll slow down, sooner or later!
LOL! I don't have one, but I have witnessed yours. What I want to know is, can you rent out some of that hollow leg real estate for my own use? I would love to be able to eat and have everyone wonder where it all goes. For me, it's very, very obvious where it's all going: boobs, thighs, hips, belly and arms...in that order!
my daughter hums when she eats and has since she was 3
SO DOES MINE! Danica started humming while she ate when she was about a year old. We worked hard on getting her to pay attention to the sounds she's making while she eats, and she more-or-less stopped when she was 3. Then, just in the last couple of months, it started again. How do you deal with it?
I embrace it- I love people who love life with a passion and food is something to be passionate about.
Honestly- three women in a household and solid love of food is a beautiful thing.
Do does MINE! Fiona does it all the time. She hasn't stopped yet.
Love the humming. I'm raising a bottomless pit and he's only three. I already know that I'll need a new job or a sugar daddy to feed this kid as he gets older!!!!
In case you are wondering though- the humming stopped. These are the sad moments when all the ' baby' and the 'quirkyness' gets socialized out of them.
Can you picture her at a business lunch in the future at a swanky restaurant humming?Probably good to let that one go, right.
Oh, man. I love every unique little bit of her - really, I do! But we're not talking about a series of appreciative "mmm mmmm mmmmmm"s. No, we're talking about a constant sort of boat-motor noise that gets really loud if we don't get her to pay attention to the sounds she's making. (Picture THAT at a business luncheon.) If she were humming just because the food is so darn good, I would be thrilled! She actually doesn't know she's doing it, most of the time, though, and we're worried about kids making fun of her when she's eating at school. Any suggestions?