Feed Me Protein!

Yesterday I got off work early and took the kids to meet up with Joni and her kids at Butler University, where we hiked around the woods and played in the botanical gardens. The kids had a lot of fun jumping off rocks, catching guppies in the pond, and exploring the woods. On the drive home, Isabella was starving, so I fed her some leftover pasta as soon as we got home. Dante ate some too and I ate a leftover brat from our cookout the night before. We also ate grapes. In my mind, we had just had an early, light dinner, and would probably snack on something later. This summer I've been intentionally eschewing large, cooked dinners for sandwiches and simpler foods, so that we have more time to play and work in the garden and do other things besides cook and eat and wash dishes.

Isabella, however, is having a hard time recognizing when we've eaten what I consider a meal. She considers it a snack and expects a full meal later.

Last night I was sitting on the couch, nursing Dante, and talking to Joni on the phone. Isabella came over and announced that she was starving and needed to eat. I told her I'd fix her something as soon as I finished what I was doing.

She said, dramatically, "Mommy, I'm hungry! I want dinner! I need protein! FEED ME PROTEIN!"