The Grill Master

     About once per year, I decide to try and grill something outside.  Last year, I even determined to become a grill master, but alas, that did not work out.  My smart husband would love if I would stop using the oven during the hot months, because we are basically heating the house while simultaneously paying money to have it cooled.

     So tonight, I decided to impress him and whip up a few pork chops.  First, I told the girls to stay far away from the grill and hang out by their play house.  Easy enough.  This time, it only took approximately 2 minutes for the scene to turn from a wife making dinner to fire in the hole!

(I managed to turn everything off before snapping this crappy phone pic):

     All the while, Myla was trying to chat with me (per usual).  In my frazzled state, I basically kept hollering things at her like, "Just don't talk to me right now!  Give me a minute!"

Finally, as the flames died down, she said, "Can I ask you a question yet?"

     "Sure," I said.

     "Mom, you burned the chicken."

     "Thanks, honey."

She is such a helper.

(Bonus: Since I never grill, Dave was temporarily storing the plastic baby pool behind it on our porch.  It now features a lovely melted edge.  Whoops!)

The Littlest Yogi

    
     About once a week, Dave and I have a "date night" where we put the kids to bed and spend hours doing something super-romantic.  Not really-- we actually just take some time to do something fun before we start our regular Netflix show rotation.  It could be anything from playing Connect 4* to taking an online Meyers-Briggs test, to just chatting over dessert. 

     This time, we decided to repeat something we've done once before and do a random yoga video from Youtube.  (We basically search "yoga for extreme beginners" and see what comes up).  But beware, people!  Who knew there would be "Naked Yoga" videos to practice as well. 

     Piper was having a rough evening, so she earned herself an early bedtime.  Dave asked if Myla could hang with us for a bit during date night.  Enter: the cutest yoga class in the world.  I kept looking over at her and smiling, because she was so into it.  She was so cute, I didn't even get upset when she said things to me like, "Mom, your body is getting so big!"  Needless to say, she was the best student this time (seeing as though my large body wasn't doing things the way I thought it would and Dave spent most of his time snapping pics).  We are a lot more successful at the yoga where you just lay on a mat and breathe for a while. 

     (Nevermind the alien eyes in these photos.  We aren't photogs, and we're rocking a handy dandy, 5-yr-old digital camera).

 

 

*"Playing Connect 4" is not a euphemism, sickos.  This is a family blog!

 

Namaste, or something.