Cooking......

Now for anyone who knows me I hate cooking, it's a lot of standing around mixing stuff, people eat up what you have created, and then you have a big mess to clean up - It just isn't worth it to me!

But this evening I got a wild hair and said "Hey why don't I make some dinner for my family".  I worked over the stove, I mixed the stuff together, I stuck in the oven and tada food!  Bill said "You did this wrong it's suppsed to have sausage (it's not), it's supposed to have onion (true but I hate onion), and it's supposed to be all a certain kind of cheese (I mixed two because it tastes better)."  Grrr!

We sit down eat - Lyla eat your food.  Lyla (before even taking a bite) "I don't like this" (she's never tried it).  Grrr!

So, I ate two plates (don't judge I'm pregnant and hungry!), Lyla ate 2 bites that I force feed down her throat (tell me you don't like my cooking), and Bill did eat some but very quickly rinsed his plate.

I officially give up cooking - FOREVER!!

Speaking of...........

So, speaking of Lyla in preschool - her and I had a conversation one day on the way to preschool.

Her:  So, who is picking me up?

Me:  Aunt Karen

Her:  Why?  What do you gotta do?

Me:  After I walk you in and give you a kiss I'm going to work.

Her:  You can walk me in, but no kisses.

Me:  (a little hurt) Why can't I give you a kiss?  Does it embrasses you?

Her:  Ya

Me:  Can I tell you bye and that I love you.

Her:  <sigh>  I guess.

Pro:  She is very secure at preschool, and at least she didn't ask me to park down the street and let her walk into school by herself.

Con:  I thought I had at least until Middle School before I embrasses her - oh well!