Abby does not like to sit in her highchair. Some days she tolerates it, but then others she would much rather run and play and shred toilet paper into a million tiny pieces. Understandable, sure. I am hungry, however, and I need her to settle down. To do so, I sometimes have to think outside of the square box I tend to find myself in.
Like normal, she scarfed down her noodles while my sandwich sat untouched. When she was done, I tried to reach for a bite, only to have her pulling at my arm and screaming in my ear. But there was tomato sauce left in her bowl. And I had an extra paper plate on the table.
Finger painting and playing with your food, all in one! Does it get any better?
Rarely do I drag the giant tub of crayons out of it’s hiding place far out of reach of little hands. I have yet to intentionally let my kids draw with markers or paint. It’s all too much of an unnecessary hassle, says a possibly excessively uptight mother. I am not crafty and I don’t think of myself as exceptionally creative with play. But this, saturated fingertips and a few marinara swirls on a paper plate. It was one of my better ideas, letting go of myself a bit. What’s more, I was able to eat in peace.