I feel as though we have rounded a corner (fingers crossed). For so many years Nolan and I have endured dinner after dinner, together, as a family, at the same table. "Endured" may sound a little harsh, unless you also happen to be a parent of three kids under six, the oldest of the two being boys. Eating dinner tends to be, well, less than pleasant in our house. There is constant yelling (followed by "please don't yell at the table, we're right here, we can hear you just fine"), constant fart and poop jokes (followed by "please don't talk like that at the table") constant getting up and down running across the house to fetch a toy (followed by "please don't get down without being excused. Please sit in your chair don't stand. No toys at the table during dinner.") and so on and so on. Never mind the fact that kids are impossibly picky and hard to please. Unless it's bacon or bread, they don't like it and will certainly describe every aspect of what they don't like and why. A conversation with your spouse? Forget it. A conversation with your kids that doesn't involve nagging or reprimanding? Not happening.
That is until this week. Maybe it's wishful thinking, but so far every day this week (granted, it's only Tuesday) the boys have come to the table, sat down, pleasantly cleaned their plates, and had actual conversations with us. Nolan and I were even able to talk- with EACH OTHER! Has all of our hard work and determination paid off?
Last night during dinner, Jax began talking about his future wife (he's been fixated on this lately), and how one day when he's big he wants to get married. Then he matter of factly stated "and I'm going to tell my wife- 'I want you to grow 1000 babies!'" followed by a maniacal cackle.
How can you not laugh when your child says something like that?!
Lord help his future wife...