Taste of home

Well, after a few bumps and bruises (and a new tattoo on the van), we moved into our new house. And did I mention that our new house has a great big pantry. Perfect for the little man to hide out.

Looks like someone has made himself right at home in the new place!

It's a hard-knock life

A peek into our evening:

Me: "G, please feed Bolt."
G: "You make me do this every night, like it's a chore or something."
Me: "Yes, that's right. Welcome to the real world."
G: "Mom, I've been in the real world since, like, the day I was born."
Me: Sigh. At least she looks cute doing it!

Gourmet chef

Tucker and I were playing play-doh right before lunch today, and we decided to make a sandwich. When I asked Tucker what kind of sandwich he made, without hesitation he told me it was a "panda bear sandwich" and it was "de-licious."

Yum, yum!

P.S. If Tucker is willing to share his recipe, I'll let y'all know so you can "pin it."