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I want to cook meat on a spit. I think that's what it's called. In the movies they make it look all appealing, the meat sizzling above a bed of coals, and later the juices running as people tear into a literal hunk of meat, their fingers dripping - because of course you eat it with your hands. Think Walking Dead, when Gareth is munching away on that chunk of meat while talking to Bob. Admit it, until you KNEW it was Bob it was pretty appetizing. There are never any veggies either. Just meat. Sometimes flasks. If steven can drop a hunk of meat into the burning barrel and then eat it hours later, I should totally be able to do this.
diaper gym
I went to Diaper Gym on Monday. It was nice. Steven and I, and five other mommies, sat around a table and chit-chatted while the half dozen kids ran amok and stole each others toys and snacks. Jordan hit it off right away with another little girl and they stuck like glue to each other the entire time. Only one kid had a really good cry. No, it wasn't my kid and no, she didn't cause it. I have this habit when I hear a kid scream, to look over and see where Jordan is. It's a relief when she's nowhere near the scene of the crime. She was a very good girl and didn't fight with anyone. She did however, steal a number of snacks that I'm pretty sure I didn't come with. Apparently it happens all the time and the kids' snacks end up being more of a snack buffet. I'd still prefer if she ate what I brought. I'll know for next time to bring more exciting stuff than a banana. You should have seen the look on her face when the other kids hauled out their Ritz...
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