So dinner time is one of the hardest times of day. We are all a bit tired, and of course hungry. By that time I have to withhold food from a very hungry little guy whom fits the old saying..."the way to a mans heart is through his stomach" to a tee. All in the name of love.
Sometimes during cooking time Ej gets to watch tv, sometimes he will sit and do an activity I set up-like playdough, sometimes he constantly whines and tries to get things out of the pantry and sometimes he plays on his own and comes up with things like this..
He took the license plates from our old beater car that we finally sold to the wreckage yard and fixed them in the cracks of the benchtops. Then he lined up his cars on the stool and played happily. Those are my favorite evenings. My son entertaining himself and showing some innovative creativity. Funny thing was this night-he must have liked the look of the cars lined up because he left those and then flew his airplanes over the ramps of the plates. These are the moments I want to bottle up forever.
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