Kitchen Love

I spend a lot of time in our kitchen. I usually enjoy cooking, and we don't have a dishwasher. Therefore, I seem to stand in front of our sink for what often seems like hours... (Someday right?) Preslee could always be found right next to me, playing on the floor, babbling, helping me test the food, and of course sneaking dog food. I felt the emptiness after she left, that I struggled cooking for months and avoided it whenever I could.

Now, as Ledger is cruising around, (taking a few steps by himself) I love the familiar tug on my pants as he uses my legs for balance. I usually don't mind when my legs ache afterwords because he rams into the back of them with his walker. Okay, I do mind, but I laugh about it more often, as I prance around trying to avoid him hitting me and the cupboards like bumper cars.

Yes, he is reaching for dog food, my mom says I used to do the same thing... What an awesome trait for both of my kids to inherit.

And yes he has more than one pair of of Pj's, all of my pictures I've posted of him lately are with him wearing these football ones. :)

I am more than lucky to be able to stay home with Sledge Hammer each and every day.

Five years ago, I would have never guessed hanging out in the kitchen with my little boy would be the place I would actually prefer to be.

Thank you Patrick, for working so hard to allow it.