Slim T rolls a lot. When he’s not rolling, he tries to fly this jumperoo to the moon on thigh power. Peppers gets excited sometimes, sure, but Salty bounces nonstop like a madman. Even when he’s just sitting up, he beats on the bead maze and flaps around trying to burn as many calories as he can.
Is it any wonder Mr. Calorie Furnace weighs less than Peppers? This week I thought, “Hey! I’ll give him an extra feeding while he’s asleep!” So I’ve been dream feeding Slim T just before I go to sleep for the past few days. The result? Salty started refusing to eat solids because he was not hungry. He just looks up at me with the above-pictured smile and tightly clamped lips. Gah! It has not been this hard to feed him since the first week when so much of the food fell out of their little mouths that I wanted to throw the bowl against the wall and scream, “These spoons are defective!”
If you think that I let Salty get away with refusing solids, you don’t know me that well. For the past 2 and a half days I have been either holding him on my knee with his head tilted back so I can shovel his green beans in or prying open his little grin and injecting each little bite of pears. Today for dinner, he finally went back to eating normally.
Well, Slim, I do envy you your energy and athleticism. I used to work out like you. Before you started sucking the life force out of me.