Saturday was reminiscent of one of my own childhood days. In a word - chores. I cleaned the bathrooms and then headed outside to clean up my droopy, frostbitten garden and save whatever surviving crop there was. I was surprised at the number of tomatoes and chiles that were plump and ripe and at the broccoli that looked just perfect. So later that night I made tacos...and broccoli. I steamed it, my favorite way, and then doled out portions to the kids, Rus and myself. I made cheese sauce for it too, and found myself scarfing up all of my broccoli before Rus even sat down. He was the one to discover a little white worm inside his tree trunk, dead of course. I looked to my own pile of trees to root out any worms and felt a little queasy when I noticed my clean plate. Yuck. I was suddenly disgusted with myself for not passing my broccoli through security before letting it into my mouth and stomach.
Gross, gross. Store bought produce never brought me any surprises like that!
Next important thing: Jacob read Hop on Pop in church yesterday. Not the whole book or even half, but he sounded out words on a couple of pages and proclaimed it to everyone as the sacrament was passed. "Dad! I read HAT! ED NED BED!" I was and am super excited for him.
And last: We had dinner at a friend's house last night. We see them about once a year and I love that it doesn't change our friendship a bit - we just have more to talk about. This time I was so happy that they were in their new house (kids ate in the kitchen, adults in the formal dining room), and couldn't see me make Bekah try a bite of homemade mac and cheese - which she gagged on - and then barfed into her cup. Blech. That girl's gag reflex is something else. Maybe I should trust her when she says she won't like it?
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