On Sundays, I’m home alone with the girls from the moment they wake up until Daddy gets home from church around 1:00 or 1:30–if there’s no after-church meetings or anything. About every other week I manage to get the girls up and ready to get to church around 10:30 for some fellowship and then to the nursery during service. So, I feed the girls at least two meals by myself on Sundays–breakfast and lunch. It’s no big deal. Actually, it’s pretty easy and fun and the girls are pretty good about eating most things. We’ve figured out what they like and don’t like and are always trying new things and just trying to take it slow. Mealtimes are busy and it is sometimes exhausting to be fetching the milk, making the meals, warming the food, picking up everything that gets chucked to the ground, helping with spoons, making something else cause they’re still hungry and/or refused to eat what you just spent 20 minutes making, retrieving the sippy cups from the floor again, trying not to cry over spilled milk, brushing teeth after every meal, general entertainment during mealtime consisting of songs, dancing, disappearing acts, and pretending like Mommy actually gets to eat too during mealtime, etc., etc.
So, a couple of Sundays ago, we got through a good breakfast and the girls were asking for more! more! more! So, I open the fridge and think–“Hey! How about some yummy yogurt!” Oh…the girls were so excited. So, I dished it up, handed them each a spoon and here’s what happened…
Tessa…
Nora…
Say Cheese, Tess!
Love you, Nora!
Tessa…
Nora…
It took me a long time to clean up. We’re not usually this messy. But the smiles were worth it. We love yogurt–just not the clean-up.