EVERY night I am amazed when Christian and Tanner out eat Eric. They EACH eat two (YES 2) chicken breasts, salad, rolls, vegetables and when they've managed to lick the bowls clean they want to know if there is anything else? And we aren't talking about dessert, they want more chicken or a quesadilla or pasta. Where does it all go? I mean SERIOUSLY, take a gander, the kid (Tanner, but don't think that Christian looks one iota beefier) appears to be borderline malnourished.
Not only is this rough on the food budget, but it puts kinks in the family vacations. A couple of summers back we went with some dear friends Canyoneering in Zions. A small part of the adventure was swimming through icey cold water. With .00057% body fat, the twins were teetering between hypothermia and freezing to death by the end. Sleeping bags and blasting the HEATER (this is July in Southern Utah) did the trick to defrost them both.
And then there is the ever pleasant comments I get from the Pediatrician or total strangers for that matter. Looking at me. Looking at C&T they deduct, "Oh look how skinny those boys are. They must get that from their father." Thanks a lot.
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