Meal time at our house has turned into a gab fest. No longer do we sit, say a few words to each other and eat our food and move on with the day/night. Now we have long in depth conversations about the "sick-ups" (translation: having a sickness...I think.). Philosophical discussions about whether or not Jackson would be a girl if he grew his hair long. The decision was made that he would still be a boy... if he had a mustache. The favorite topic lately has been baby names. Some winners are: Bay-kay (spelled phonetically), Basco (after tabasco, a favorite with Jackson), Ken (yes, Barbie's friend), Jacob R. (Intial included), and Justin. Ella has also informed us over the dinner table that her name is no longer satisfactory. She would like to change it to either Ella Tabasco or Ella Burrito, permanently. She'd like to completely drop the Christene and the Reynolds. There are many arguments about who is the best "eater" and so far we think that title is held only by Mom and Dad. The kids strongly disagree though and present their cases as thoroughly as possible without actually eating anything. So if our kids look skinny it is because there is more talking, arguing, discussing and pondering than eating at our table. Come on over and have dinner with us...I just hope you are on a diet because you'll get more conversation than food.
