Thursday, November 19, 2009

Where the Wild Things Are

Rooster is five years old and already eats like he's going out to plow a field. He wakes up hungry. I don't know where he puts it all in his skinny 45 lb frame but it definantly goes to his unending energy supply.

Soccer ended this week and that means it will be a never ending battle to keep him occupied and contained until April, when some other small town sporting event starts up again. And again, I will make the hour long trip into town twice a week just so he can play with other kids and run around. Until then we may have to find him a job like painting a fence or grubbing mesquite or hauling rocks in his John Deere Gator. It's a matter of national security.

1 comment:

Karin Katherine said...

My boys are starting to eat me out of house and home too. I had hoped that their new hunger would mean they would expand their food groups or selections...but no such luck. Just more of the same 8 things they eat. Aghhhh!