Lunch

Sometimes I just can't be bothered making food for my little people. I am totally cool eating chips and salsa for a meal so we must they be expected to be fed so damn often.? The drinks, snacks, food, the wiping, the preparing, and then preparing for the next meal can be a bit much.

After giving birth to baby number two, I had a very angry (and hungry) two year old on my hands. I would be breastfeeding Reese when the two year old pipes in that she's hungry. It is not enough that I'm literally dripping milk into one kid that I have to maneuver said milk machines to the kitchen to whip up another meal?

This is when Riley came up with this whole bread and butter business. Because one, I didn't care, and two, I was leaking, so great, you want to eat six slices of bread and butter?  Go for it, knock yourself out, kid.

Fast forward some years now and girlfriends can now reach the butter in the fridge and wipe it on their own bread!  I almost wept when I saw this happen because one less food item to get out for them-praise Jesus. I even had an epiphany moment where I moved all of the plastic-kid cups down to a lower cabinet and get this, they can get their own drinks now, too!

The moral of the story:  my kids like butter. And bread. And guess what?  They are still alive. It was a sanity saver in those hectic and tired days and it helped out a lot to have Riley "help" as much as she could.

I like to pretend that I was using some awesome parenting technique and teaching the little people responsibility but really, I was just really, really tired of making meals.