Chelan

My baby girl eats like a bird. She takes a while, does a pretty good job, likes all kinds of varieties of food, but her portions are tiny. We always forget how tiny her tummy is. When I first started teaching her to say she was full, it didn’t seem right. She probably wasn’t. She usually wasn’t “all done” either, with left over food on her Dora plate.

So today, she caught on to the new phrase. After we snacked on pizza with goat cheese and salad, she cleared her setting and said with a smile,

“Tank you, mommy. Angel satifive.”