Breakfast of (small) champions

The boys are still not eating all that well, post-surgery. I'm pretty sure they have both figured out how to metabolize air into nutrients. It should help immensely when they are teenagers. My hippie parents signed the papers for me to join the Marine Corps when I was seventeen so that your tax dollars could pay to feed me. We'll come out way ahead with the boys living on air.

This morning I made Owyn a piece of toast. It is always fun to watch Owyn eat toast. He picks it up and starts chewing on the center. He eats his way out from there. I could just cut the crusts off, like I do for his brother. This is much more entertaining though.