| We just finished a tasty dinner prepared by Rob. I marinated some chicken breast in one bag with balsamic vinegar and garlic, and some wedges of yellow squash and zucchini (out of the garden) in olive oil and italian herbs in another bag. Then I turned dinner over to Rob. A whole bunch of charcoal, lighter fluid, and one sweaty husband later, we had a great dinner. It was really nice to not cook one evening (though I spent the time fighting with the computer trying to figure out how to zip some pictures and send them to my MIL and SIL). Gwen is trying valiantly to eat her food with a fork (no small feat when you are 15 months old). She would prefer if I would stab the food for her and then give her the fork, but I'm lazy and am letting her do it herself. She occasionally gets irritated, picks the food up with her fingers and sticks it on the end of her fork. She can't figure out why I find that so amusing. Baby has been kick kick kicking every day since that first. I'm really happy. I'm really glad we don't own a rottweiler :)
Feyfern
p.s. Why is it that when I get frustrated with the kids (just all the normal little kid stuff), people like to say "so why in the world are you having a FOURTH child?" My question is, do they think I can change my mind and NOT have a fourth child at this point, or do they feel that I aught to regret our decision? this little question actually manages to keep me in decent spirits when people say that stuff. It just seems absurd to me. It's not like there is any going back now. :) - Mood:amused

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