The Witching Hour

You know, I'm not even sure what that phrase means but in our house, it means the time between 4:00 and dinner when my children turn into monsters! Yesterday it began again. . .fighting, me, mine, this and that. It was my last straw. I mean lets face it, I'm the epitome of grace and composure when I'm pregnant (HA!). So, I counted ten, picked them up and put them on my Island. I told them that they needed to help me cook dinner. They "read" the recipes to me and helped me "choose" pans and pots, etc. They finally decided that the turkey was taking too long and decided to eat some bananas. I thought they looked so sweet up on the Island eating bananas and (gasp) getting along! So I snapped a few pictures of this momentous occasion!