Oscar and Liz are baking chocolate
chip cookies.
Flour is everywhere: the bowl, the counter, the floor.
Oscar asks to taste each ingredient so the process is moving along
slowly.
I sit a few feet away feeding Jesse.
Baby food and tiny bites of
cheese and crackers are smeared on his hands, face, chair and floor.
He
is loving his independence as he pinches at his food.
Roger moves
between all of us pouring sweet potato fries on a baking tray, grabbing a
plate of burgers and cracking open a beer as he scoots outside to
grill.
Our kitchen is full... Full of love:)
