Lately I have been thinking about how um ...eventful our meals are. So I decided to observe carefully for a few days to see how eventful they actually are. So here goes.
Someone will complain about the meal I make.
Some or all will get up from the table at least once while eating.
Scott and I will tell the boys at least 3 times to sit down and don't get up until finished.
Someone will fall off their chair despite the multiple warnings from mom and dad that if they don't sit down they will get hurt. Yes we are smarter than we look.
Someone will argue about where to sit.
Someone will argue about what color of cup they want. Blue is coveted, green acceptable, yellow, orange or heaven forbid pink are unacceptable.
Someone will wolf down their food and be done in 5 minutes. I don't think they actually chew, just inhale.
Someone will pick at their food for half an hour.
Someone will spend most of the time dissecting their food looking for the poisonous parts to pick out. You would think they were performing brain surgery.
Someone will spill their milk.
Scott and I will tell some or all of them to use their napkin, not their sleeve at least twice.
Someone will try and sneak a toy onto the table despite the rule that no toys are allowed on the table while we eat.
Someone will complain that the food is too hot despite that fact that the food has been blown upon until it is at room temperature.
Scott and I will argue with at least one of them about how many more bites they need to take and what constitutes an actual bite.
Scott and I will threaten no dessert.
Scott and I will threaten immediate bedtime if their meal isn't finished.
At least one of them will sneak their plate over to the dishwasher without taking the number of bites agreed upon.
Mom will request 2 minutes of silence. She usually gets about 10 seconds followed by a minute of suppressed giggling sounds from all three.
Someone will use the words "poo" or "pee" at least once. This is followed by more snickering which if followed by Scott or myself requesting those words not to be used at the dinner table.
Monday, December 29, 2008
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But how fun it is to watch as an outsider. It pretty comical if your not the parent!!! (I left you a comment on the Gavin post. I hadn't seen till just now.)
Wow! How true is that! And every meal too, all the threats, bribes, warnings, etc. It's like they have to burn off the calories while they're eating them. I keep trying to remind myself that these are the best days of my life. :)
I just love it when they openly tell me it's gross or bad. So many times I have to remind them I only serve edible things that will not hurt them. When they ask, "Um, Mom, what are those... in the food?" I always just say, "Seasonings."
That sounds familiar. I read in a parenting book that if the child gets up or leaves the table (our #1 problem) that dinner is over for them. So we clear her plate and tell her there is no more food. But then we give in, like suckers. Paige has started sitting at one of those chairs that hook onto the table, so now every once in a while, I get a Cheerio hurled at me too. I savor date night dinners.
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