While at my grandparents' retirement home last week, Sammy discovered a new talent of his. This occurred amidst a 6 o'clock meltdown, so it was all the funnier because he went from crying to squealing with glee on the piano to crying again. You know, it's really hard to take him seriously when he does that.
Last week, I fixed dinner for just our family for the first time since Sammy's birth. Since then, I've made us a shepherd's pie, a sausage gravy (with Sean's help) over egg noodles and another chicken pot pie. It's been fun to be back in the kitchen. What did I eat before getting back in the kitchen? Chicken and rice. Every meal. Every day. No joke. I was getting worried about my lack of nutritional variation.
Edited to add: I never once complained about the chicken and rice. I was always grateful to Sean for making it for me.
