Originally uploaded by aviva_hadas
I love your little pasta face. Pa-pa-pa pasta face.
(Allow me to paint a scene in which we can frame this portrait. - or something like that.)
90% of the time I got into work at 6:30 & leave at 3. Allowing me plenty of time to run errands like going to the grocery store.
Last night, I worked until 5:00, picked up my son at 5:30 & was done in the grocery store at about 6:30 (two stores - grrrrr).
In the middle of the second store the time hits me like a ton of bricks. & I think there is no way that I can cook the chicken that I just bought for dinner tonight. So I grab something that promises to be quicker.
When I got home, the first thing that I did was turn on the oven so that it could start to pre-heat.
I then started to feed the cats at which time my son let me know that wanted cat food. (He tried to push me like he does with the smaller babies - you know the one, turn & push your bum into mommy's leg. & Yes he did pitch a fit when he failied at getting his way. Please do not let him grow up to be a bully....)
Then his father walked in (Probably very close to 7 p.m.). At which time I decided to turn off the oven & head to CiCi's where the food would be ready & waiting for us - good, bad, or indifferent. I could not feed my family at 8 p.m. - my son would not have lasted that long & I doubt that my husbad would either.
Can you tell who had pasta with tomato sauce & loved it? Yes, that is a bit of pasta on the tip of his nose.