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To say that my husband’s family loves to eat is a gross understatement. I’ve never seen a family that likes to eat as much as they do. In fact, we jokingly call our get togethers The Search for More Food.

As soon as breakfast is over, lunch plans are made. And the discussion at lunch? Often revolves around dinner. Then, no matter how ridiculously huge our supper was, the call goes out for dessert.

Portions are big.

Seconds are almost mandatory.

Diets? It’s best not to mention a diet.

Now, this isn’t a bad thing. It’s kinda fun. I like eating that way for a while, knowing that when the party breaks up, I can safely go without meals for a few days.

But there are limits. Just this past weekend, my in-laws were in town and we  had dinner at this restaurant that was featuring a buffet. An all-you-can-eat buffet.

So, of course we all ordered that.

Folks, it was awful. Easily one of the worst meals I have ever eaten in my life. I picked at my plate, filling up on green beans (which were the only tasty item on the buffet).

But the rest of the family? Went back for seconds and even thirds, moaning about how horrible the food was the entire time. But still, it was there, and it was all-you-can-eat, so they were determined to get their money’s worth.

I was flabbergasted. And amused. And wondering how they could find the room (it was sitting like a rock in my stomach).

But you know what? I think it’s genetic. My daughter loooooves to eat. In fact, she likes her bottle so much, she screams when you burp her. Because, you know, you’ve got to take the bottle away first.

This is her, throwing a temper tantrum to end all temper tantrums mid-burp. But as soon as I put her back down and re-insert the bottle, the tears disappear without a trace, and the screams are replaced by coos.

So there’s no doubt that she’s her father’s daughter. I only hope that I can convince her that when the food’s bad, it’s perfectly alright to leave some on your plate (that way, there’s more room for ice cream).

A Baby Forever?

How many times have you heard a parent say, “if only my baby would stay this small.” Or, “they just grow up too fast.” Or, “I wish he’d stay a baby longer.”

Well, for one family, that wish came true. ABC News recently profiled the Greenberg family – a family with a sixteen year old daughter who still looks and acts (and is, for all intensive purposes) an infant.

That’s right. At sixteen, she’s still the size of a toddler. Still wears diapers.  Still can’t talk. She’s hardly aging at all.

I can’t speak for other moms, but as far as I’m concerned, as much as I love Victoria’s babyness, I sure wouldn’t want her to stay that way forever. I mean really. Sixteen years of changing diapers with no end in sight? No thank you.

They’ll never get to have a real conversation with her. Or get to help her with her homework. Or cheer her on at a softball game. Nope, they’re being cheated out of all the pleasure (and the pain) of watching a child grow up.

They’ll be in their 80s, buying Pampers at the store, spooning out baby food and using her stroller as a walker.  I’m sure they love her, and wouldn’t trade her for anything, but I think that’s just sad.

I guess it’s just another illustration of that trite old saying – be careful what you wish for. You might get it.

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