dinner time

Since we are potty training Kinsley right now, dinner time last night went something like this...

All 5 of us gather in the kitchen for dinner.  Finn is in his swing, content and smiling.  The four of us start dinner:

Kins: I need to go potty.

Gene: Ok.  I'll take you.

(They return and the 4 of us continue eating.)

Kins: I need to go potty.

Renee: Ok.  I'll take you.

(She ends up not having to go, and we return back to the table.)

Kins: I need to go potty.

Renee: No, we just went down and you didn't go.

Kins: I need to go!!!

(I take her down, she doesn't go AGAIN and we return to the table.)

We all continue eating for a minute or two.  Fintan starts crying.

Kins: I need to go potty!

Gene: I'll take her.

Callan: I have to go potty, too!

Renee: Callan, go upstairs to Mommy's bathroom because Daddy has Kinsley downstairs.

(I'm holding Finn right now, trying to finish my cold dinner.  I already heated it up once.  No use doing it again.  I hear Gene in the hallway...."I'm taking Kinsley upstairs for her bath now since she's already naked from going to the bathroom.  Callan, you come, too.")

Renee: No!  Tell Callan to come back here because he still needs to finish his dinner.

A minute later a naked Callan shows up beside me in the kitchen.  

Callan: Daddy told me to come down here to eat.

For the next 5 minutes I spoon-feed Callan the rest of his vegetables while he stands naked beside me.  Gene and Kinsley are upstairs starting bathtime already.  All the while I'm still holding Finn who needs fed.  I try to shovel in the last few bites of my cold food.  Callan runs upstairs naked, ready for his bath now.  I stand up with Finn, looking around at the messy kitchen with the half-eaten plates of cold food.  

That's dinner time with three kids ages three and under.