I love to cook, but I’ve never posted recipes before. I’ve really really thought about it, but I figure that as long as Pioneer Woman is blogging, you don’t really need my recipes. Today I’m making an exception since my mom’s been asking for this recipe for weeks. She’s coming to visit this weekend, an
Can you see what David is chewing on? How about now? It’s a chicken bone. And he is NOT sharing. See those eyes? They’re the eyes of gratitude. His Grammy would be so proud.
Contrary to what these photos might imply, we haven’t started solids with David yet. Instead, we’ve just been putting him in his high chair while WE eat solids. He likes it so far; being on the same level with us is his version of a Caribbean cruise. When we went to Franklin County for my mom’s birthday,
I’ve never been a worrier, planner or think-aheader. I’m the person who packs moments before a trip and doesn’t bother to look up directions. My mantra: everything will work out just fine. And ya know what? It usually does. It’s why God puts people like Tom in my life, because sometimes it pays off to
Unless you count my daily bowl of cereal, this is the first thing I’ve cooked since David was born. Fried potatoes, yummmm… My dad always ate these for breakfast. It’s a good thing, too, because otherwise I wouldn’t know how to make them, and my husband LOVES fried potatoes for breakfast. So Saturday morning I