I was feeling pretty proud of myself at dinner tonight. I had prepared some healthy food for the kids and they were scarfing it down...the house was pretty clean...and all of this with my husband still at school.
Enjoying her food:
Enjoying her food:
As I sat there basking in my awesome mothering I suddenly saw Natalie chuck her plate on the floor:
She looks like she feels real sorry doesn't she?
So I got her down and cleaned her up a little...and in no time at all she had found a crayon and scribbled on the wall. Here she is leaving the scene of the crime:
I just needed her out of my hair for a minute so I could get to the messes so what awesome mothering skill did I pull out? I said, "Natalie there are some beans under there," and pointed under her highchair so she could go scavenging for food on the dirty floor. Who cares, certainly not me, it kept her busy for a minute.
So I got her down and cleaned her up a little...and in no time at all she had found a crayon and scribbled on the wall. Here she is leaving the scene of the crime:
I just needed her out of my hair for a minute so I could get to the messes so what awesome mothering skill did I pull out? I said, "Natalie there are some beans under there," and pointed under her highchair so she could go scavenging for food on the dirty floor. Who cares, certainly not me, it kept her busy for a minute.