My niece and her children came to see us today. Her daughter is Faith's age and her son is a little younger than Gloria. The lot of them get on famously. After they left I finished baking bread and apathetically wondered what to have for dinner. I've decided on pasta with red sauce because the kids all like it and any leftovers can still be eaten tomorrow but honestly I'm in such a rut. I need to plan meals out for the week on Sunday and be done with it.
Gilbert has been trying to say words with no vowels and he sounds like he's speaking Klingon. Cute, lispy, five year old Klingon. Think Alexander Rozhenko.
The apathy on my part is not shared by the ravenous children who are damn tired of their mother not feeding them dinner. So long, Internets.