This is what it (sometimes) looks like at our house at dinner time. Sarah is working on a project--while watching tv, of course. At least I snuck a little activity in there for the little darling.
Zach is giving his sippy cup a ride in the stroller. Occasionally, he stops to take a sip or two.
The sink is full of dishes. (And the counter is, too.) This has become our way of life recently. I used to be really good about putting dirty dishes right into the dishwasher. Zach loves to play in the dishwasher, however, and he unloads them as quickly as I can put them in. He won. I gave up.
Hooray for me! I have already started dinner. We're all about the main dish around here. We're just lucky to get that far and only worry about side dishes for special occasions.
I'm sure you're wondering how I can get anything done with this mess on my floor. So am I. Zach has struck again--and won. It's kind of like an obstacle course to make dinner with all this stuff on the floor. I usually leave it out and clean it up at the end of the day after his messiness has gone to bed. It's either that or clean it up fourteen times throughout the day. If you look really closely, the floor itself is actually clean.
This is what it (sometimes) looks like at our house at dinner time. Sarah is working on a project--while watching tv, of course. At least I snuck a little activity in there for the little darling.
Zach is giving his sippy cup a ride in the stroller. Occasionally, he stops to take a sip or two.
The sink is full of dishes. (And the counter is, too.) This has become our way of life recently. I used to be really good about putting dirty dishes right into the dishwasher. Zach loves to play in the dishwasher, however, and he unloads them as quickly as I can put them in. He won. I gave up.
Hooray for me! I have already started dinner. We're all about the main dish around here. We're just lucky to get that far and only worry about side dishes for special occasions.
I'm sure you're wondering how I can get anything done with this mess on my floor. So am I. Zach has struck again--and won. It's kind of like an obstacle course to make dinner with all this stuff on the floor. I usually leave it out and clean it up at the end of the day after his messiness has gone to bed. It's either that or clean it up fourteen times throughout the day. If you look really closely, the floor itself is actually clean.
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The dinner hour can be dangerous, and I remember exploding many a time. Somehow we survive to tell the tale to our children & grandchildren.
I was just thinking yesterday how much I dread the 1/2 hour before dinner gets to the table. It's mass pandemonium with lots of hungry-grouchy's around here.
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