You forget, when your children have grown, how interesting dinner with three little ones can be. Tonight we had our oldest daughter, her husband, and their three kids, 7, 4 and 2, over for dinner. First time we have sat more than the two of us at the table in the dining room in this new little house we have moved into. After we moved the table far enough out from the wall that the son in law could sit down, and positioned the two year old in his mommy’s lap since he obviously doesn’t do chairs….we realized 7 year old grandson had brought 2 walnuts, a hazelnut and some big nut I don’t know the name of to the table and was proceeding to try to crack a walnut with his fork, on the china, because his 4 year old sister had the cracker. I explained that, no we weren’t having nuts for dinner and scooped them into the plastic princess tea cup that the 2 year old had placed on the table. Ham loaf and garlic green beans didn’t appeal to the kids, but the corn dogs were a hit. 4 year old granddaughter ate 3, peeling the cornbread away and carefully cutting the hot dogs in small pieces, slathering them with ketchup and loving every bite. 2 year old grandson walked away from the table with 2, one in each hand. Intermittently biting the corn dogs and walking around 3 sides of the table, since the 4th side was full of his dad, crunched against the window, he probably ate almost as much as he smeared on the floor. 7 year old grandson ate two, watching the clock to make sure he and dad didn’t miss “skate night” — they had to leave at 5:00 on the dot. Amidst all this the 4 adults managed to down 2 ham loaves, a pound of green beans and broccoli salad. I really wanted a glass of wine but since they were both driving, well , it just didn’t seem fair.
At some point the two year old wandered the 4 steps into the living room ( remember, we bought a really small house) and i turned just in time to see him strip out of his diaper, poo flying across the room. Yes, poo. As my daughter ran to him and the son in law raced for wipes, Im thinking, maybe its time to potty train this guy….
This being a third child, daughter isn’t as conscientious about packing a diaper bag, and truth be told, when we had the big house and lived 5 minutes away from everyone I kept diapers and spare clothes for everyone in the dresser in the kids room. After he stripped out of his second diaper, no flying poo this time, but ruined diaper none the less, we had to go into creative mode….maybe a maxi pad stuck to his pants? No, not cool, so we just put him in a pair of soft sweat pants and hoped for the best. 20 minutes later he wandered into my bedroom, in the dark, and we heard “um, pee. pee mom.” fortunately soft sweat pants are very absorbent. we found one more pair of pants for him and packed them up to go home — before he ran out of alternatives!
Meanwhile the others were all eating fudge brownies and watching football.
All in all a successful night I’d say.