After a very loud car ride home after an outing with the kids on Sat, we announced there would be 30 min of quiet time when we got home. I intended to have them spend the time in their rooms, doing something pseudo-intellectual (like a puzzle or reading).

Well, Cole settled in the family room, and played with Thomas (whining only periodically, when his multi-car train fell off the track rounding a bend).

And after a considerable amount of crying and protesting, Lauren became very quiet, and I found her in her room, fully accessorized.
Stew and I spent our quiet time preparing dinner. And believe it or not, the 30 min extended to a full 50 min or so. It was magnificent; we will attempt to implement quiet time every weekend.