E has a headcold. Things have been very snotty around here this week. In between sucking snot out of E’s nose we manage to squeeze in some fun.
Evenings are not as much fun. Emmet lasts about 5 minutes in his seat and then dinner gets rubbed all over his head.
And then things quickly turn to this.
A bath makes it all better.
I’ve determined that happy hour was invented by parents. You see it falls at the same time that kids lose their mind. I do not think this is mere coincidence. Sometimes, a glass of wine or house drink (to be shared in a later post) helps you maneuver through the witching hour to bedtime. Then you can return to the dinner table to finish the half eaten dinner you had to ditch earlier.