After 5 weeks and 3 days, we cooked our first dinner. Actually, Baleen cooked it. I just ate it. For every night before that we'd had somebody else cook us dinner, usually a relative, either Gigi, Grizzly or Wood Duck, and twice a restaurant chef, once for take-out, the other time at an outdoor table with The Dragon Boss asleep in the stroller.
We still haven't dug into the casseroles and soups that Baleen made a few weeks before The Dragon Boss arrived. The grandparents have kept us well stocked, as have a few supremely generous dinners from friends.
One came a few weeks ago from Baleen's friend Michelle, the second came last Thursday from soon to be wed (then come the children) Lisa & Noah, and on Friday, Asprilla, he of the Push until you Puke commands near the top of Hawk Hill, brought over a complete dinner even though he spends most every second not at work or on the bike chasing around a 2-year old and a 6 month old. Good things come in three, they say. Just don't expect a set of twins 9 months from now, Dragon Boss.
We still haven't dug into the casseroles and soups that Baleen made a few weeks before The Dragon Boss arrived. The grandparents have kept us well stocked, as have a few supremely generous dinners from friends.
One came a few weeks ago from Baleen's friend Michelle, the second came last Thursday from soon to be wed (then come the children) Lisa & Noah, and on Friday, Asprilla, he of the Push until you Puke commands near the top of Hawk Hill, brought over a complete dinner even though he spends most every second not at work or on the bike chasing around a 2-year old and a 6 month old. Good things come in three, they say. Just don't expect a set of twins 9 months from now, Dragon Boss.
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