No Cook Friday Nights

It's a little hard to post on your blog when complete chaos is going on around you.

• Baby is crawling out of her high chair with food all over her face and hair.
  
• Other 3 girls are busy scarfing down their delicious meal of Dino nuggets and minute rice.
• Preschooler is screaming how much she hates broccoli and doesn't want to eat.
  
• Eldest offspring is begging for everyone else's food they don't want to eat.
• Middle child is precociously nibbling around her broccoli as to make us think she ate it.
  

And this is pure bliss. I can say that because I am counting the minutes until the babysitter arrives and hubby and I can escape for a few hours. I think we have only done that a handful of times since moving here a year ago. We have very few connections here and haven't gotten out much. Maybe tonight will be different as we are going out with a few couples from our ward.

My hopes are to make some deeper friends rather than "Hi see you in the hallway on Sundays"....to eat as many carbs as I possibly can...to come home to a quiet and clean house...to find something else to laugh at besides the usual shenanigans of kiddos.

Speaking of laughs...here is a conversation with the little cowgirl in the last post.
Cowgirl: Mom why do you always have to put that thing on (pointing to my bra)
Mom: To pick up what you helped fall and droop.
Cowgirl: Oh.
Later the next evening while I was lounging in my favorite PJ's....
Cowgirl: (completely exasperated) OH NO MOM...THEY FELL DOWN AGAIN...you better put on that thing that picks them up.

Does anyone know a good plastic surgeon??? The middle child once asked if she was going to have long boobs like Mom someday. I don't know if I can take such honesty anymore.
Gotta run go pick up my "ladies" and head out for dinner. Lets hope they don't fall during our night out.