We have a built-in, decorative fireplace in our living room and it’s got a tile floor. I let the kids sit on the tile to eat sometimes, which they did tonight. I also put Eliza on the floor to play while I ate. She immediately commando-crawled over to the tile and started helping herself to JZ’s plate (after he was done). She ate a little bit of the food and she’s now playing in the leftovers and I’m letting her. Why? Because she’s HAPPY and NOT CRYING. Yeah, I’m going to have to vacuum over there in a minute and maybe even run the Bissell Little Green machine but, by gum, I got to eat my dinner in peace. Hey, at least I took the forks away from her.
After I clean up we’re going to start her first knife-juggling lesson.
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Sing it, sister. I don’t even care if mine are screaming so long as it’s happy screaming.
By: Gretchen on November 10, 2007
at 10:52 am