Slick, a nickname I have for Ford, decided that he wanted to
go eat breakfast at the Donut Shop on Saturday.
I love donuts so I told Fancy that he could stay at home with Bitty
while he napped and I’d take one for the team and eat some low calorie donuts. We had a nice breakfast and lovely
conversation. About 1/3 of the way into
his biscuit he was ready to go home.
Getting Ford to eat is such a chore!
Before we left for our breakfast date Ford needed to take a
picture with Daddy who had just come in from turkey hunting.
Bitty likes mealtimes too, but he often times makes a huge
mess.
So, on my last post I said I was cooking fried chicken and that I did. I was quickly reminded why we eat so many casseroles around here. I can prepare them ahead of time and freeze them or cook them during nap time. I can’t fry chicken during nap time and expect it to taste delicious at 6:00. So I found a Paula Dean recipe for frying chicken, and I trust her because she seems to know what to do in the kitchen. I got busy making a good southern dinner all the while John Brantley is screaming and pulling my pajama pants down and Ford is asking like 75 questions. Trey came in right about the time supper was ready and picked up the baby. He immediately wanted to know why he felt wet. I had no idea because I was knee deep in chicken batter. Well, apparently Bitty had an explosion. Instead of helping Trey I grabbed my camera!
He’s rotten and he knows it!
1 comment:
I'm dying! Trey's expression says it all!! Hilarious!
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