Does anyone else call it that? The witching hour, maybe? That time after naps but before dinner, where time slows to a crawl and your kids act a fool and you worry that maybe you weren’t cut out for parenting after all.
Thanks to one of my mom’s consignment finds, dinner prep has become far less stressful, albeit much louder. One of the three boys takes Isaiah Jane for a spin in the walker, while the others watch and try to
stay out of the way get in the way. At first, the big boys had to clean up several track marks from a race gone wrong; they’ve since gotten a good speed and system going. Throw a snack or a pacifier on the floor for Honor, and she’s content to watch on the sidelines. Dinner is served!
Side notes: Please don’t mind my baseboards – still remodeling our floors! Also, I know this isn’t the best position for IJ’s hips. She’s actually able to place her feet on the ground and push herself, but she occasionally enjoys slouching in this dangle position in order to be pushed around on a joyride.