I Never Eat Lunch With My Kids

Eating lunch with my kids takes a great day and turns it into dust.

I was reminded of this today, when I thought, hey, I’ll eat lunch with my kids.

They just nag the entire time.

I want a chip, I want a bite your sandwich, I no like these chips, I need drink, Wibby’s eating my grapes, you pick up my sanwich? {‘ds’ don’t exist for three year olds nor tact nor patience}, and then there’s non speaking Libby standing on her chair crying at me till I giver her a bite of my sandwich.

So…I usually end up eating after I put them down for a nap.

Which takes me to now. 

Since I’ve already eaten lunch, I’m trying to resurrect the day by writing a blog post while my kids are playing outside, happily, I think?….the neighbors are doing some tree trimming and even Libby isn’t louder than a chain saw….

So happily it is. 

Until proven otherwise.

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Libby and Bennett playing beans.

My kids have always liked this cheap entertainment.  I just sweep it up when they’re done.

 

 

And wall ball, doggy ball, bum’s up, whatever they call it in your neck of the woods during some mandatory outside time.

Trash bins for the spectators.

Libby proving what a tough gig gorilla transporting really is…find a Union, girl.

And Bennett doing boyish things.

 

 

 

Elizabeth started band this year and is trying the flute out.

So….that’s nice.

Oh, and I made a shirt.

I call it the apron shirt because when I was wearing it soon after I had made it, Bryce politely reminded me to take off my apron before heading out to run an errand.

{Which in his defense, is mandatory for someone like me.  I’ve been to the store, unknowingly, in my apron.  I need constant supervision.  And if you’re in high school reading this….see?! Things get way better after high school!}

It was just the shirt.  But it does kinda have a vintage apron sort of feel.

And while these pictures aren’t awesome, fortunately they don’t show the massive crease that I have yet to iron out…..and probably never will.

The neck is completely janky because sometimes reading a pattern from the 70s is like….reading a pattern from the 70s.

Maybe they’re more difficult to read because more people had a basic understanding of sewing at the time so the instructions were minimal????

I’m grasping here.

 

Happy Wednesday!

Katie