UnDomestic

Writings of a teachermom, choosing to stay home with her kids, while loathing all domestic responsibilities! In late Aug. 2008, I was diagnosed with Triple Negative breast cancer. After surgery, chemo and radiation, I was given theall clear. However, in the late summer of 2008, I was diagnosed with a brain tumor, which metasticized to other areas.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Dinner Delights

My husband says we should host a dinner party. I almost lost my dinner when he said that. Here is a typical dinner at our house:

We're all seated in our usual chairs, with Max in his high chair. After a couple minutes Max gets bored with his sitting and starts standing in his high chair. We tell him to sit down, and he just starts bouncing up and down. Or else he turns himself around, holding onto the backside of his chair and starts to sit on the tray part where his food is, with his usual mischievious grin. After I begin to take his food away, he settles back in his chair, screaming so he can get his food back. This happens at least 2 or 3 times before he decides he's done with his own food and either tosses it on the ground or tries to climb out of his high chair. Then he begins his "musical chairs" routine, where he walks around throughout the rest of dinner time, sitting on everyone's laps, eating from their plates.

At the same time, Cameron is picking through his food, finding every little "crunchy part" or "black stuff" that he doesn't like. I spend most of dinner threatening that he'll have no dessert if he doesn't eat, or he'll get no TV if he gets out of his chair again, etc. He then proceeds to ask how many pieces of everything he must eat before he can get up. And more times than not, he knocks over his drink and drops more food on the ground than he gets into his mouth.

And while all this is happening, Ella is usually screaming or I'm nursing her while trying to eat something myself.

Oh yes, let's have a dinner party.....that sounds like so much fun.

I reminded my husband what dinner is like at our house (since he's often not home to participate in the nightly escapades), and we decided that maybe wine and desserts might be a better option.

3 Comments:

At 6:16 AM, Blogger LH said...

"Dinner Parties" stopped happening at our place a long time ago. Now we have afternoon fetes, kind of like a wine and dessert kind of deal. So much better. Your description of dinner made me laugh. Family Dinner's so much pressure I think. May have to blog about that some time. I'm off to work. Sketchy lesson plans. Yikes.

 
At 12:16 PM, Blogger Cari said...

Sometimes sketchy lesson plans turn out to be the best lessons! Now really, aren't you letting the kids make all the decisions about what they'll learn in your democratic classroom????? Don't you let them guide the curriculum, or are you trying to control their minds? Ha Ha.

 
At 7:47 PM, Anonymous Rosalyn said...

Hi Cari,
Don't worry about Cameron spilling his drink at dinner, that is a 'trait' passed on by his father. A meal rarely passed, when he, too used to spill his drink, so Cameron can't help it... but cheer up unless his Dad is still spilling things it will soon pass.
Love, kisses, and hugs too all. Granny Roz

 

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