I asked the youngest what she wanted to do after school today and she said "Make lasagne!" I was a little flummoxed. Really? That's what an 8-year-old wants to do with her free time? But she was insistent. So we made lasagne, while the eldest sat at the dining table sketching and colouring her entry... Continue Reading →
Kids in the kitchen: lasagne (and letting it be)
First I find out I'm not a weirdo, then I have a revelation in the bathroom ... I've been doing a ginormous amount of Googling in my search for meaning in the chaos that is my new life. And suddenly I read something that cut through. It said: "You have two choices at this moment... Continue Reading →