Friday, January 16, 2009

"Seat's Takin'"

This post is dedicated to my husband who (most of the time) graciously endures dining next to my 2-year-old son. I say this because yesterday at "Chick-a-bay" I got a taste of this unforgettable experience.

How do I put this into words? Imagine sitting next to a very active monkey. I mean no disrespect, but it literally could be described in such a way. I don't think it is humanly possible for him to actually sit through a meal, even a short meal. Over forty-three times I had to say, "Knees or bottom!" (No, I didn't actually count; If I had it probably would have been a higher number.)

Now add ketchup and sticky-sweet sauce to the mix. What in the world was I thinking?! I looked like a spastic mom as I dodged his wet, red, flying fingers. There just weren't enough wipes. How could I possibly enjoy my lunch? And no, I didn't make it out without "battle scars"; my suede coat will have to visit the dry cleaners.

I say all of this to just give mad props to my husband who continually shares the bench with our precious second born. Just don't wear a clean shirt, babe.

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1 comment:

collegemommy said...

I don't have boys but my girls really get into eating. They also love me so much that sometimes in the middle of eating they decide it would be a good time to give me a hug, well I then end up with sauce or some other food gunk all over me. Thank you Lord for our little blessings:) They are more joy than trouble!

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