The girl can eat.

Our B loves her some food! lots of it. M & M take food to survive or because someone is saying they have to eat it (or it is icing). B loves it. She starts eating before we sit down. We usually give her a serving of whatever we are having (last night: meatloaf, mashed potatoes, corn). By the time we sit down for prayers, she is done round one and fussing for more. We quickly begin to cut up more food for her, hoping she will last through prayers. She does stop for prayers; she loves holding hands and laughing. As Sean and I negotiate through dinner with M&M, doesn't this look delicious, oh, one more bite, what a big girl you would be to eat another bite, no dessert if you don't, etc, etc, B has finished her next serving and is ready for me. We literally laugh out loud every night at the amount she eats. She is so quiet, until it runs out, then she is mad...get her more fast. And don't be fooled, when she is done, she is done. She quickly starts throwing all the food that is left on her tray to the floor doing the sign for "all done". Thank goodness for Jameson (the dog, not the whiskey).

We have not yet met a food she doesn't like. I wonder how long this will keep up.