I already mentioned that we had wonderful help for our move down to California. On Sunday, my parents arrived (from loading Emily's stuff into the truck in Davis), and we were able to spend the day finishing the house and relaxing a little. By the end of the day I really had very little to do to finish unpacking, and everything we needed done was done. It was by far the easiest move I have ever made in that respect. Sunday evening the whole group went out to The Doghouse Grill, the best place to eat in Fresno. It was very fun, and all the dads were glad to get their football fix in (our apartment didn't have cable set up yet).
Here is Olivia enjoying her own hamburger :). I should have shared with her, the burgers were absolutely HUGE! Needless to say there was a pile of discarded hamburger pieces on the ground, but she enjoyed herself thoroughly.
Sadly, Monday morning we had to say goodbye to all the grandparents. Mary and Gary were flying out, and my parents were leaving to drive back to Davis to pick up Emily, then back home.
This picture represents a fond memory for me when I had grandparents who helped change diapers all the time :) Thank you! and I miss you.
Monday night I made my first official dinner in the new place! All of you experienced wives and mothers will surely point out that this is frozen pizza and a 3-ingredient salad, but to me it was a masterpiece. I'm still getting the hang of cooking, cleaning, and chasing Olivia all at the same time :)
I must not be that experienced of a wife and mother yet because the first things I noticed about your dinner is that the salad HAS ingredients and is in a bowl (and not the bag I opened), your bread is on a plate (and not the foil covered pan it was cooked on), your oil and vinegar is in fancy bottles (not the store labeled bottles mine came in), and your dinner appears to be on what looks like a table....not in five different places on the kitchen counter where it will be assembled on plates and brought to the living room to eat. So yes, this appears to be a masterpiece to me.
ReplyDeletePS- Disclaimer: My (way too long) comment made it sound like we would have actually HAD salad with our frozen pizza. The truth is I get fancy and open a bagged salad maybe once a month. And I have never cut a tomato into one.