With 3.5 little people and only one me, I generally wind up doing more than one thing at a time. I mediate arguments from the shower. I direct children towards shoes and sweaters and the potty while packing a diaper bag. I fold laundry while "supervising" workbook fun. I'm almost always engaged in at least two conversations (usually about why someone should do something and why someone else shouldn't do something else). Most times that works out reasonably well. Or at least passably well. But sometimes, well, sometimes it doesn't work well at all.
For example, it is not advisable for me to attempt to schedule Madeline's doctors' appointments during breakfast. Apparently paying attention to the receptionists and the calendar meant I failed to notice that John David could actually reach the bowl of Greek yogurt that I'd planned to feed him.
On the other hand, maybe it worked out just fine. After all, while he added bathtime to the morning to-do list, he
did just feed himself while I dealt with medical bureaucracy.
Right?
3 comments:
He just thought you needed some help. Now...how do you keep him off those well-organized bookshelves in the background? It looks like he breakfasted at the library. :-)
He DOES look like he breakfasted at the library!
It's breakfasts like this (and lunches and dinners when Deacon's involved) that we're thankful for baby wipes.
He does look so proud of himself though. Good job, Indy. :)
He did feed himself, and he liked it! If only it weren't frowned upon to literally "hose" off your baby, I'd let the twins feed themselves more often.
While reading this post I thought maybe you'd been spying on me and watching the craziness that is our house. Glad to know someone else is in the same place!
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