Brad was out of town enjoying a boys weekend (see below) and I thought I'd spend the evening reading my book after I put the girls to bed. Somehow, I ending up not reading my book but making baby food.I roasted and skinned a squash.
Used my Kitchen Aid with it's awesome attachments to puree the squash.
"No, I'm serious! You better get back up to your bed." She scampered pretty quickly. I thought I had conquered then I heard a pitter-patter on the stairs. Using every ounce of self-control not to lash out at her I said through gritted teeth, "Camille!" To which she replied, "Natalie has diarrhea and needs you to help." THAT is a valid excuse to get out of bed. Good thing it was true. I suppose we need to start telling the story of The Boy Who Cried Wolf at bedtime.
Finished baby food ready for the freezer. (No, I didn't get to read my book. By the time making baby food was over it was my bedtime!)
Brad, his brothers, and his Dad in Texas