Tonsil report

Peter has changed in so many ways the last two weeks it's crazy. A lot of it I think can be attributed to the tonsillectomy, but he's grown into a little boy all of a sudden. Biggest change, he eats. Peter has been living on baby mush and yogurt and scrambled eggs and sippys. Really, that was pretty much all he ate. But since the tonsils came out and his molars all grew in the same week, the kid eats everything, non stop. If you are eating he wants it, and he frequently helps himself to snacks in the pantry. He ate steak and potatoes for dinner last sunday and loved it. Steak! It's such a relief to see him finally eating, and hopefully we'll get some meat on those scrawny little bones.
Also, now that he's eating, he wants to be at the table with us, and wants to feed himself. It's tweaking all of my OCD's to let him do it, and sometimes I just have to leave the room and take deep breaths and then go clean up when he's done. His chair is covered in a black trash bag, which I also hate, but it protects the upholstery. Here are some action shots of Peter feeding himself.

He has also started walking up and down the stairs. He usually just climbs up, and slides down, but now he wants to hold my hand and walk down like a big kid. And he's making so many noises. I know most 20 month olds are starting to use words, but he's pretty behind in that area. So the jibberish and car noises and such are just very exciting.
I think I've mentioned before that when we go to Costco Sammy wants his picture taken. Same spot every time, just different pose. Here's this trips shot for your enjoyment.

He's been doing really well with school work lately, and is proud of himself when he reads his little books to me. Conversation of the week, as I was eating cereal at 10:30 in the morning:
"Mom, is it lunch time?"
"No, I'm just now eating breakfast, I forgot earlier."
"The first meal of the day?!"
"Yes. . . "
"Wow, you are luck you didn't die!"
Apparently eating is a life and death situation. If you skip a meal there is a good chance you will die before the next meal rolls around. Which might explain why Sammy is our only kid with some meat on his bones.
Andi had a little book worm moment recently that totally made me proud. She's into the Ever After High books and the second one came out two weeks ago. She begged for it, and even paid for half of it. When I brought it home she was so excited she spent every spare moment reading and finished it in less than a week. Thad was wondering what was wrong with her that she'd rather be in her room reading than outside with the other kids. I was secretly proud, because I used to do that all the time! I love a good book, and it looks like she does too.

In other news we bought a commercial shaved ice machine. I thought Thad was a little crazy for buying it, and contemplated changing the password on our amazon account. But now that it's here, I can see where we are going to get a lot of use out of it this summer. And it really does make some super fine shavings. Here it is in all it's glory, though I'm told the picture does not do it's size justice. For reference it's as tall as peter, and twice as heavy. And now the kids want to set up a snow cone stand as a way to earn money.