Sunday, August 28, 2011

Can You Say Stir Crazy?

We were incredibly blessed. Hurricane Irene came and went with incredibly minimal damage. We'll be doing quite a bit of yard work today, but we had no real property damage. We spent the day watching some really incredible wind and listening to the rain...
By dinner, though, we had some stir crazy kids. It was a little difficult to explain that we really can't go out and play in a hurricane. We had colored all that could be colored and cooked all that could be cooked. I made chicken noodle soup for dinner, and the crazy came out of Evan:

I'm not quite sure what that face was, but I do know shortly after that a cracker turned into a train...

He even sang "Down by the Station." And...I do know that if you roar at your soup it tastes better...

Normally, we wouldn't condone playing with your food, but by this point last night we were all a little stir crazy and enjoyed a good laugh about it. It's one of those fine lines in parenting. When do you tow the line and when do you throw in the towel? It's a balance, and in this case, I think we absolutely made the right call.








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