We decided to have a family barbecue for the first time since the twins were born. And boy, are we all tired. It was not a disaster and the food was delicious, but it takes a lot of work to feed three kids even when you aren't outside on concrete with two non-walkers and a two year old around a hot grill (who learned his lesson last year and calls the grill, "Daddy's HOT." (As in, Daddy, I'm watching your Hot.")
The kitchen and backyard were a mess when it was over. We had kabobs and corn on the cob, Adam refused to have a hot dog so we didn't make any, and the twins had watermelon, zucchini and carrot "cakes" and banana. In the end, we were all full, happy, and sleepy.
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| Shannon's little Grill Master Apprentice |
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| Feeling it out. And teething big time. |
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| Colin in his favorite spot -- hanging on Mom. |
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| Bonding in the yard. |
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| Figured out he was finally tall enough to reach the peddles AND push them. |
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| Adam calls tortillas "pizza." He hates pizza, but loves tortillas. I don't know where this came from, but it's almost impossible not to just go along with it because no matter how many times we correct him, he insists it's pizza. For dinner tonight, he had a banana, corn on the cob, and "pizza." He insisted. |
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