Today he went to Eldercare, where they fed him lunch, and returned around 2 pm. I immediately got him a nice hot plate of fettuccine with shrimp. Then I went on errands. The boys watched him. Whenever he asks them for food, they heat up a can of soup for him. Clam chowder, beef barley, fiesta chicken, minestrone, lentil... lots of variety. I bring it home by the box-full from the grocery store.
By 7 pm, he had had 4 bowls of soup. Each can of soup weighs a pound, so... 4 pounds of food. But he came out to the kitchen when I was putting groceries away and started rummaging through them saying "Oh, that looks good...." so I fixed him a huge plate of 2 slices of meatloaf, corn, salad, potatoes, toast.
An hour later, he came to see me in the office, folded hands, imploring "Will there be any supper tonight?" He would not believe that he had just finished bringing his cleaned plate to the kitchen from his dinner.
So..... a bowl of bananas and yogurt.... a slice of pizza.... and some chicken and rice that I was hoping to take to work tomorrow. He eats like our boys did when they were getting ready for a growth spurt!
Where does he put it? Well, sometimes he wraps up bits of dinner in kleenex and stashes in his dresser drawers or in the medicine cabinet. So, we go on hunting expeditions whenever we enter his room, to make sure nothing is lurking where it can become dangerous.
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