Dinner. Dinner is one of those experiences with uncertain outcomes. Will they eat? Will they look with disgust at their plate and say, "I not like dat,"? Will they all be happy or will one cry? Will they argue or will they not? Regardless of the circumstances, however, you can always count on the dinner table being loud...whether it is a good loud...filled with laughter and all of the kids talking at the same time...OR a bad loud....filled with kids screaming and crying arguing back and forth. Honestly, it's mostly a GOOD loud....my kids really are great (I don't think that I give them enough credit).
ANYWAY. Tonight, there was a lot of the good loud, which brings me to the two things that are "blog worthy." First of all, dinner is usually the first chance that Cody and I have to talk to each other. So, of course, we are trying to squeeze in some conversation time. Usually, this consists of us having to talk over the kids....which results in our voices being louder than normal. That's when the kids start in with, "HEY. DON'T FIGHT!!!" When this first happened, I was a bit stunned. Why were they thinking that we were fighting???!!!...and I certainly didn't want them to think that. Then, it hit me. We are having to talk VERY loud!....so we find ourselves explaining A LOT that mommy and daddy are just trying to talk so that we can hear! Bahahahahahaha! :)
Secondly, little Faith does NOT like when she is NOT the center of attention. We get this a lot when we are in conversation at the dinner table: "Um, let's talk about me. Can we talk about me?!" Faith will repeat this over and OVER until we stop and say, "Okay, Faith. Let's talk about you. What would you like to say?" Her response varies, but tonight, it was a rambling story about a wasp that was in the house and drank her juice. I'm not so sure what we will do with this girl!
***On a side note, we had a great day. I decided to load the kids up and go to Chuck E Cheese....yes...by myself. My sister thought that I was crazy (I think that she even called me that-or maybe that was my mom), so she decided to come give me a hand along with Caleb and Kolbe. The two comments that I got from strangers today (some people are SO bold!)? "Are they triplets?" You came with THREE kids by yourself?!" Ha. Gotta' love it!***
Here is a pic that I just converted to black and white for a collage in my bedroom (it's old but good):
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