But, last night was different and I liked it!
Henry has a cold and with his propensity to go from a cold, to a nasty cold, to Wheezing Lethargic Boy, he and Taylor hung out with me last night rather than playing outside.
Dinnertime with the Dearmans:
Henry very clearly communicates his unhappiness with me for chopping up onions and garlic. Can we say, Mr. Sensitivity?
I like cooking and I like cooking the way I like to cook,
with little or no help from a certain man who doesn't always follow my explicit directions in the kitchen.
In other words, I was feeling nice last night....
H: Watch this! as he touches the plant he knows is off limits.
Chilling in the sling, her favorite place to be!
Ummmm, no it's not.
But he wasn't super reasonable at the moment so I said,
"Yep, it's yours."
Masoor Daal with brown rice.
I snapped this picture because it cracked me up that Henry picked something off the floor and put it in his mouth.
It was a screw. Lovely.
My view as I ate a wonderful, homemade, vegetarian meal with my family.