The Spaghetti Incident

One thing Missy and I learned early in this game of parenthood is that if you want to survive multiples, you have to have a routine. From naps, to play times, to meals…we try our best to run a pretty tight ship around here. During meal time, things get particularly interesting: the delicate dance of getting the girls their food, while at the same time distracting them enough so that the adults in the house can scarf a quick bite, is something that’s continually being refined on a weekly basis.

Some nights, especially after the girls have been particularly cranky, I almost loathe putting them into their high chairs {you know, because if there’s one thing you want to give a fussy toddler, it’s tiny projectiles of gooey edibles}. Yet even on the more tranquil evenings, we still end up with juice cups, spoons, and half-eaten bits splattered all across the floor. There’s even a running joke that Missy and I should incorporate a floor drain in the middle of our future kitchen so that each night after dinner we can simply spray everything down with a hose for clean up.

Basically, dinner time is messy time in the Florer household.

So after months of trying to curtail the endless nightly barrage chicken nuggets, hot dogs, and grilled cheese bites raining down from on high, there came a point in which Missy and I looked at each other and sighed, waved our white flag, and said “if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.”

Just this once anyway ;-).

So the other week Missy whipped up the absolute messiest meal that was still safe to give them, sat back, and watched as the hilarity ensued.

First there was Sienna, who didn’t waste any time diving right in:

Then we had Rowan, who, despite a valiant effort of using the toddler-sized flatware provided, still managed to get her noodles everywhere:

And finally Jovie, who ended up being a big fan of her garlic bread:

…if you couldn’t tell by the buttery sheen on her forehead.

And yes, I did manage to get a couple minutes worth of video, capturing their majorly messy dinner in all its glory:

I can’t decide what I like more…Sienna eating directly from the bowl, or how proud Jovie is after successfully turning her garlic bread into a top hat!

Maybe that floor drain isn’t such a bad idea after all…

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About Tom Hardinge

Loving husband to my wife Missy, loving father to my four daughters Sienna, Rowan, Jovie, and Lola. I'm a chronic over-packer who loves good coffee, good music, running, waffle tee's, fleece pants, and Jesus Christ!

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