Dinner on the go
I don't know if I've started a bad habit or not, but tonight it became necessary for me to deviate from the dinnertime norm a bit.
Gardner has been high-strung this week. I mean, abnormally so. Running nonstop, running back and forth, touching everything, saying "hi" to everything (and everyone, and every cat), and just pretty much expending all of his energy (or hibee-jibees, as Mom called it growing up) as best he can.
I can barely keep up.
Tonight, he was doing just fine at the dinnertable. Ken walked in. Gardner got so excited....he really missed him since he's been away for a day and a half, only seeing him for a brief 10 minutes before Ken left for work this morning. He figited, he twisted, he turned. He shoved his half-full plate towards me and said, "Diii, diii!" ("All done.")
I gave in. I unbound the little sprite and let him run full-fledgingly to his daddy. Ken and I proceeded to start our dinners; Gardner took up the running to and fro again. I would flag him intermittantly as he passed through the dining room, baiting him with an offering of a chunk of sweet potato or half of a crescent roll. He stopped....well, most of the time....and took it, stuffing it into his mouth, and continuing to run on.
"I hope I haven't started something," I smiled to Ken. I guess it's this: What fun is motherhood and life in general if you can't break the rules SOMEtimes? (That is, rules which don't interfere with one's safety or morality. I'm talking about the little stuff here, like having to sit at the table when one eats.)
Guess this was Gardner's first "eat and run" meal.
Gardner has been high-strung this week. I mean, abnormally so. Running nonstop, running back and forth, touching everything, saying "hi" to everything (and everyone, and every cat), and just pretty much expending all of his energy (or hibee-jibees, as Mom called it growing up) as best he can.
I can barely keep up.
Tonight, he was doing just fine at the dinnertable. Ken walked in. Gardner got so excited....he really missed him since he's been away for a day and a half, only seeing him for a brief 10 minutes before Ken left for work this morning. He figited, he twisted, he turned. He shoved his half-full plate towards me and said, "Diii, diii!" ("All done.")
I gave in. I unbound the little sprite and let him run full-fledgingly to his daddy. Ken and I proceeded to start our dinners; Gardner took up the running to and fro again. I would flag him intermittantly as he passed through the dining room, baiting him with an offering of a chunk of sweet potato or half of a crescent roll. He stopped....well, most of the time....and took it, stuffing it into his mouth, and continuing to run on.
"I hope I haven't started something," I smiled to Ken. I guess it's this: What fun is motherhood and life in general if you can't break the rules SOMEtimes? (That is, rules which don't interfere with one's safety or morality. I'm talking about the little stuff here, like having to sit at the table when one eats.)
Guess this was Gardner's first "eat and run" meal.
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