Once a week, when the kids are with me, we have a little something called "Picnic Dinner."
It all started a few months ago when I was cooking dinner one night and promised the boys they could watch a movie if they would just let me have a half-hour in the kitchen with no fights to break up and no wounds to bandage. When I finished more quickly than anticipated and wanted to turn off the movie, you can imagine the protests that ensued.
As a compromise, I offered "Picnic Dinner." An option where we spread out an enormous, ugly beach towel from Wal-Mart and eat dinner on our white rug in front of the TV.
Not only did they absolutley LOVE the idea, but they ate more at that meal than any other meal in history! Well, except for dinner at Wild Olive. My kids could live off their bread and hazelnut chocolate torte.
Here's a snapshot of precisely how "Picnic Dinner" goes down. And yes, shirts are optional. NOOOO! Not for me! ; )
Slippery buttered noodles up the nose?
Yep, THIS is love.