Family Dinners

Our independent little mister has laid down the law. He is fed up with being in his highchair across the bar where mama and dada sit for dinner. After a week of fits about going in to the highchair and another week of eating dinner on my lap, we had all had it, and I was hungry! Time for a change.

Then I remembered all those seemingly long and agonizing family dinners at the table. Hmmm... doesn't seem like such a bad idea now, and I couldn't recall the last time we actually ate in our dining room. Was it just my family or did everyone else have rules like "ask to be excused" , and "first one up has to do the dishes", or "don't brush your hair with that fork" (I had a thing for The Little Mermaid)?

So we set up shop in the dining room and it has been wonderful. Jameson is happy to be part of the crowd and I actually get to eat. Yes, it takes a painful three extra steps to get to the dining room and the rug is harder to keep clean than the tile, but really I love our new little tradition. I can't wait to reprimand Jameson for combing his hair with a fork! Or more likely to put away his cell phone!