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Needless to say, bath time came right after dinner.
I seriously wonder some times if he gets any food in his mouth. He is at the age where he wants to feed himself, but hasn't figured out how to use a spoon. Therefore, our meal ends like this, although it is usually accompanied by screaming crying and him rubbing the food in his eyes.
Tomorrow night, Evan and I get our last date night before #3 arrives next week. While I am super excited to have alone time with my husband, I am also excited about having a peaceful dinner with no banging spoons, screaming children or chili rubbed eyes to clean. Granted, I wouldn't trade these times as they are "fun" in the midst of stressful and frustrating. I know that they will pass too soon, and before I know it they will be gone and I will wish for a highchair covered in cheerios and chili with a sweet little face for me to clean. This is the stage where God has us in life right now and even in the messiness of it all, I am so blessed and so grateful to be able to love and care for these precious babies. Looking forward to adding to our messiness next week.