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Things that happen around food

There are some days that there is so much going on, it is hard to process. Something that helps or doesn't help is when I get up early, just because the day seems so long it allows for more things to happen. Of course I always stay up late so that makes the day seem even longer. Like I said, some days this is a good thing and others it goes through my mind wondering when the day is going to end.

Here is a summary of events:
Jakob loves his train. Every 15 minutes he was calling me to fix it because he was running it so fast it kept derailing. Those poor passengers. The train viewing was matched with the watching of Polar Express, his all time favorite movie, even when it isn't Christmas time.


At lunch he kept running from the table to the train and movie. Kadence on the other hand was having way to much fun with her food to notice anything else.


Kadence is a good eater by the way, but she is a messy eater. The food usually ends up on the chair.


...and the floor.


Good thing I moved the table from the carpet area to the tiled area. Then of course she gets so messy she wants her clothes off. Today she started a game of tug-o-war with my sweater afterward. She thought it was pretty funny.


Now my sweater is stretched. The things I do to entertain my children...
The things they do to entertain me. Here is Jakob playing the air guitar at dinner. He wouldn't eat. "To busy getting down mommy."


It of course was way cuter in person. The picture does it no justice. His head was bobbing, his hand moving in guitar motions. My future rock star.

The one thing that made my heart swell? Krischan telling me all he wanted to do was read his book. Ahhh, there is my bookworm, just like mommy.

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