Things go better if I have dinner ready at six or just a little after. Delays result in cranky babies. Lucy eats the same things we eat most days, and Linus has just started eating a little mush, which requires separate preparation. I'm trying not to rely on jars of baby food, but that requires some planning.
The table is clean, the floor is swept, and napkins and bibs are ready and waiting. It was really nice to have the table looking like this when I was ready to put food on it last night.
I also love the picture we have by the table. It's an image of the walk to Emmaus, where Christ was made known to his disciples in the breaking of the bread.
This is one of my tricks for making that happen. Lucy has her own cabinet full of kitchen-themed toys. She has a plastic tea set in the basket (because baskets make everything better) and play food up on the shelf. She takes thing out and puts them away again.
It occurs to me suddenly that I should put all of her dishes on the lid of the dishwasher when I need to unload it. She could be happily occupied putting her dishes away while I put my dishes away.
She asks for water in her teacup, and drinks it. When she inevitably spill some on the floor she asks for a towel to wipe it up. And when she start to open cabinets that are not suitable for her to play in, I just direct her back to this one. Lucy's happy. Mama's happy. Linus watches all the commotion and is happy, too.
Here's my solution. Before dinner wet a washcloth in HOT water. Wring it, fold it, roll it up, and put it in a jar. Put the lid on; the lid prevents the evaporation which is largely responsible for cooling the washcloth. When the little people are ready to get out of their chairs, there is a nice, warm washcloth ready to wipe their hands and faces. So ... yes, there was a washcloth in a jar on my table last night. It worked perfectly.
The real has been sprinkled throughout this post, so here's some more pictures: