A man’s real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
One day I will find it hard to believe that this is really what it is like. So for my memory’s sake, I am documenting
Being honest here…..Meal time is not my favorite time of the day. It’s just that growing boys like to eat so I am forced to supply them with food and water or milk.
Remember when I tried to get them to like broccoli? Fail
They do eat carrots, cucumbers and have tried most veggies. Bless him, Jackson will make the most awful face and choke down veggies and say, “ummm” even as he gags a little. I love that boy!
Meal times are still a struggle because although we have gotten the boys to eat normal kid food, those boys like to run and play rather than sit and eat politely.
With Allen’s work schedule, we can’t always eat dinner as a family, so I sit with them and try to hold conversations and Allen joins in when he gets home from work.
Is it normal for them to get up a gazillion times from the table? Is it normal for me to want to bang my head on the table most evenings, as I remind them over and over to do the same things I have been reminding them to do each and every night?
Yes, sometimes they do eat cereal for dinner. I have a rule that I made up. “If it is good enough for breakfast, it is good enough for dinner!” Do you like it? Usually if I make them Breakfast for Dinner I fix them eggs and grits, or as Jackson says, “greggs”.
They have also found the pleasure and infinite comedy in burping. It is hard to reprimand that. Sometimes I want to give them a high five and shout, “That was awesome!”. Other times I’d like to bang my head on the table.
There may be some people who can remember me burping once or twice in my life time and say I am getting my just desserts. I can assure you that those people have emotional issues and early onset Alzheimer's!! Plus I never did it at the table.
Like Dory says, “Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming….”