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.