50/365 (Zavia)
Not a moment goes by that my little boy isn't thinking about his stomach. I am actually fearful of what the future holds for my grocery bill. We went through 7 litres (yes 7 litres) of milk this last week...Ben and Zavia like drinking milo out of buckets (a.k.a Ikea cups). The most spoken phrase in this house (besides 'I love you') is "my's shungry" (we are still having some troubles with 'h' words.) And his burning all of this food energy because it sure isn't sitting on his miniscule hips.
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