I had a very long week with Ian’s tonsillectomy recovery last week. Now I have to go back to work and start cooking dinners again. Which also means I have not gone to the store for actual groceries for a while, which means I have nothing to cook tonight.
It’s a good thing the grocery store has those already roasted chickens!
Who knew one night of camping could produce so much dirt…
Since I spent Sunday resting after our little camping trip, I didn’t make it to the grocery store. So tonight’s dinner will be nutritionally lacking, but the boys will be happy.
We camped with a bunch of friends and a camp ground really close to home. Some of them went up Friday night, but we decided to just go up Sat morning.
The boys had so much fun. I couldn’t keep shoes on Sid. They got a real good soaking when we got home. And they ate so much junk food this weekend. ahh…good times.
Yes, yes, I know, it’s Tuesday not Monday….I had wanted to put my meal plan out on Sunday night, so it wouldn’t interfere with the Silhouette Challenge post yesterday, but the best laid plans of mice. Right?
Why is dinner time so trying for my children?
Sid is such a little copycat, he does everything his brother does. So when Ian doesn’t stay in his seat at dinner, neither does Sid. Sunday was one of those nights. I got the boys their plates and Ian informed me they wanted to eat outside. So I put the plates down on their little table outside and proceeded to get mine ready.
Twice I had to go out to tell them to sit down. On the benches, not the table. And no, they don’t need to ‘just go get a toy’ or a stick or a ball or a blanket or anything else. I hadn’t even gotten food on my plate by this time. I turn back to the kitchen when I hear that distinct sound of a plastic plate hitting the ground.
Ian had gotten up, again, and Sid decided brother’s identical dinner looked better than his own. So he reached for it, and Ian rushed back to save it and somehow Sid’s plate got knocked to the ground.
Mama lost it, and so did dad. OK. We didn’t really flip out that much, but we did have to raise our voices, to which a very tired Sid responded with loud bawling and refusal to eat at all. After I finally got my dinner plate ready I relented and let Sid sit on my lap, and he still wouldn’t eat, but at least he wasn’t screaming any more. I somehow tricked him into taking a bite and he was hooked after that. But who could resist pulled pork slowly cooked in beer?
Both boys finally ate their dinner, I still had to remind Ian to keep eating, and to stay sitting but we got through it.
This was not taken on Sunday, they just love to eat outside