Dinner at our house

Here's what a typical dinner looks like at our house:

I call Daddy and the kids to dinner somewhere during a dozen trips between the kitchen and the table, gathering all the necessary dishes, utensils, bib, tray, food, sippy cups, etc.

Daddy prays, and Hope adds "God is good, God is great. Thank you God for what's on our plate. Amen!"

I cut Hope's meat or otherwise prepare her plate. Daddy shovels baby food into Grant as quickly as possible, but still not fast enough for Grant's liking. He protests "Uh, uh, uh!" between bites.

Hope has to pee.

Daddy, Hope, and I chit-chat about how our days went. Then Hope declares us to be various characters from a book/movie, and we act out scenes.

Back to the kitchen for something I forgot.

Grant finishes his jar of baby food, and practices clapping. We all say "Yay!" and clap with him.

Somewhere about here Daddy and I might actually get to eat some of our own food.

Hope wants to get up either to go make Grant laugh or come see me in my chair. We remind her to ask to be excused.

Daddy continues to give Grant bites of our food, drinks from his cup, and rounds of tray-slapping or applause (whichever game Grant is into).

I eat the rest of my food while fending off Hope's tickles, licky-necks, and zerberts.

Daddy and I smile at each other, then break for the "you take the kids, I'll take the dishes" part of the evening.

It's not the Four Seasons, but it's good living!