Dinner at our house...

(This was going to be a Wordless Wednesday post, since apparently that's all I'm capable of lately, but just can't sit quiet on this picture. So hold on to your seats, folks, you're getting a semi-real blog post!)

I snapped the above photo a couple nights ago, because it's such a good representation of our family. No fancy table, china plates, spotless kitchen or prim and proper children here. There was no posing or staging (or else I would have moved the precariously stacked pile of crap on the microwave). Certainly no photoshopping (or else I would have "cleaned" the macaroni off the floor). Just my three wonderful Sprouts...

First off, just in case you are wondering if I accidentally put cayenne pepper instead of cinnamon on her applesauce, Abbie's not in pain. She was actually singing. Very Loudly. But very passionately and from the heart. Her dinner attire include butterfly PJs and a princess crown.

Next, we have little Oliver, being a total ham. Poor bugger has been having such trouble with teething, but otherwise, he's an absolutely delight. His ear-to-ear grin just melts my heart, even when he's covered in cheese.

Isaiah looks so serious here, but he usually is during mealtimes. They remain our biggest challenge because there's just a lot of opportunity for things to go wrong according to him, but we are working it. Anyways, back to the photo, I love how his little feet are perched on the edge of the chair. Also, he calls that his tiger shirt, as indicated by lots of RAWRing.

Just a couple more notes... The Sprouts like smooshing all the chairs together. Doesn't matter what the proper seating arrangement is, all they know is that they enjoy one another's company. Also, the extra silverware on the table? Abbie put those there for mommy. She calls it "decorating the table" (as opposed to setting), which I think is just too cute.

Anyways, this photo might not seem of importance to anybody else, but it brings tears to my eyes looking at it. Not because the Sprouts have bent the blinds all to hell, but because I wouldn't trade this for any "magazine cover" dining room table in the world! <3