Ah, dinner time. The family seated around the table, a well thought out, nutritious meal ready to be enjoyed, calm filling the house as we join hands in prayer.
I wish. Reality is such a far cry from the Cleaver Household that lives in my imagination. Yes, the family is seated at the table after a few requests followed by a few more emphatic "requests." Yes, there is a meal. If meal means edible food. And yes, we do join hands in prayer.
But before all of that, in the hour that leads up to the pastoral scene of familial bliss, I have this:
1. A pint sized pineapple pilferer.
2. Two ladies a'leaping.
3. Love freely given and not so happily received.
4. Signs of starvation leading to rectification through "any and all means necessary."
Yet when all the dust settles and the little ones play footsies under the table, I don't mind the Rivera Household quite as much as I did 10 minutes earlier.
2 comments:
Love the tu-tu!
I'm amazed you could take pictures through all that. That hour is pure chaos in my house (4 kids)! Such a great capture of real life, Julie!
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