Mealtime

Mealtime.

A.k.a.: the Hawkins family circus

Mya used to have such a hearty appetite and was so eager and efficient at her mealtimes. Now, instead of eating she'd rather be playing peekaboo (while smashing crumbs into her hair), dropping food from her tray, and doing magic tricks with her bib.

At one point tonight we thought we heard a pig squealing, but it turned out to be Mya wedged under a low kitchen drawer. 

Sometime down the road, we will all quietly sit in out seats, enjoy a nice meal, and have an engaging discussion about current events or an important moral issue or something. But right now, mealtimes feel more like a work-out than anything.