My kids could eat all day long. You name it, they would eat it, at any given hour of the day. And yes, Alice, there are HEALTHY snacks in the Hollaway household. Apples, bananas, yogurt, carrots, cheese, etc. But I just don't think they should be eating everytime they turn around.
During Tate's nap, the girls would each come to me separately, ask for a snack, I would get it, would start getting into my next chore, the other would come, ask for a snack, I would get it, go back to my project, now they would each want what they saw the other one eating, and on...and on...and on. Of course, when Tate woke up, he was ready for his snack and the girls would want another one when they saw him eating. So somewhere in all this craziness I declared, "No snack during Tate's naptime. We will all have ONE collective snack when he wakes up."
I have gotten so used to being in perpetual motion on my days at home, that if I do happen to sit for a spell in the afternoons...that's it. That's all she wrote. I give in to sheer exhaustion and lose all motivation for completing any other tasks for the day.
I can read 1,000 books to the kids in the mornings...or evenings. But not in the afternoons. I will nod off after "Once upon a time...". So the 2 hourse while Tate naps I go full speed ahead cleaning, organizing, etc, and let the girls play in the basement playroom or do workbooks.
This afternoon I made the mistake of plopping down on the couch about 2:15. The girls both snuggled up next to me (that I enjoyed) and the warmth of their little bodies relaxed my harried spirit. Reese started tickling my arm and my eyelids became heavier and heavier. Drue kept trying to pry my eyes open and Reese would bat her little hand away. When the tickling stopped, I opened my eyes and all was well.
Until she started in on the snacks. "Mommy, can I have a snack?".
"Not til Tate wakes up".
"But that will be forever!".
"No, he'll be up soon."
"But I'm starving."
She dropped the subject and we snuggled for awhile longer. After a bit she reached over and pulled my sleeve up. She started gently tickling my arm again and I put my head back against the couch.
"Reesie, you are a good arm tickler," I said, my eyes once again closing. "But I'm afraid you're going to put me to sleep."
Her eyes brightened and her deceitful little plan was revealed, "Then I can get something to eat!".