When I arrived home Monday I had six boxes of Honey Nut Cheerios. We usually buy boring Haiti corn flakes because they are the one affordable cereal, but the kids are over it. Lydia praised me enthusiastically for the "yummy round kind" and went on and on about how good it was and how great I was to bring it to her. I reveled in my hero status all morning Tuesday.
Yesterday Troy arrived with cheese, some meat for the deep freeze, and ... BACON.
We had chicken for dinner but the kids asked for bacon to go with it.
One pound of bacon allows exactly 1.25 strips per person and is basically just enough bacon to tease them but not fully satisfy. Hope can put away a pound of bacon all by herself.
During dinner while they savored their bacon Noah said, "Oh this is so good, it sure makes me remember the last time we had bacon. Remember guys? Remember when we went to that huge place with all the bacon after Phoebe's passport? Oh my that was a good day." He was talking about the day Phoebe became legally ours and we left the Texas courtroom and went to celebrate with breakfast at Cracker Barrel. On October 27, 2011 the boy was reminiscing about his November 17, 2010 bacon.
Tonight's bedtime story did not hold Phoebe's attention - maybe a bacon-induced coma:
To bacon and sweet dreams,
tara
