i love my dad
he ain’t that bad
never realy that sad
i lova my dada
OK, I have been burning the candle at both ends….lots of stuff going on around our house…but tonight when I went to blog about cooking my latest Pioneer Woman creation, I opened up my posting box and there under yet to be posted was this “i love my dad”.
I blinked a couple times..
Rubbed my eyes…I am having a glass of wine..just one glass and I have barely had a sip…did I start a post titled “i love my dad”???? I do love my dad, but fathers day is a ways away and I really had no daddy poem plans.
Then it HIT me! Like a flying guinea pig. My oldest daughter posted. I had left my page up…and she took it upon herself to get creative…to blog like her mama.
I nearly erased it…and started to do MY own thing.
But, I couldn’t, it was too darn sweet.
So there it IS..she is eleven I hope she is still writing poems about her daddy in 5 more years…
Well, now I better tell you about how fantabulously dinner turned out tonight.
P-dubs Linguine with Clam Sauce. This recipe has a story behind it. It’s the stuff movies are made of quite literally!
Well, no movies going on in this house, only mystery bloggers.
Kenny had to work tonight, so he actually just ate his linguine warmed up, and the verdict was mmmmm, mmmm, scraping fork noise, mmmmm, more scraping fork noises. I think he likes it.
My 13 year old son had a friend over after school, I was worried he was going to kill me when I told him we were having Linguine with Clam Sauce….but he didn’t even flinch. AND they all ate it. Even the friend. AND my pickiest eater, boy number two, 10 year old, mathematician, type A personality, cheese only pizza kid, but he is cute as a bugs ear….he took SECONDS. Completely unheard of. Ainslie, my poet, said she wants the leftovers in her lunch, not surprising.
Thanks Ree for helping me challenge the palate of my kiddos!
Big Hug to ya!