Menu plan Monday: Rockford takes over

Menu Plan Monday logoI felt rotten when I went to bed Friday night (I think it was just a bad allergy attack). On Saturday morning, Rockford nudged me and said, “I’m going to take the kids to the grocery so you can sleep in.” So I said, “Narmumphblargh” and rolled over and went back to sleep. I didn’t wake up until 10:30. When I remembered that I hadn’t made a menu plan, much less a grocery list.

Rockford is much better than I am at on-the-fly meal planning. Here’s his plan for the week, concocted at the grocery store with an infant and toddler in tow.

Monday: Pizza

Tuesday: Fajitas

Wednesday: Spaghetti

Thursday: Something from the freezer

He would’ve won the Go Rockford! award just for letting me sleep in so long on Saturday. But then he made salmon for dinner that evening followed by barbecue last night. I have a good husband. Thanks, Al!

Six kids. One photoshoot.

The GrandkidsI’ve been trying to take a good portrait of The Grandkids for my in-laws for years. It was hard enough to get a photo where no one was making a weird face when there were only three kids. Now that there are six of them, I’d assumed it would be impossible.

When we all gathered last weekend for my mother-in-law’s birthday, I tried once again to gather the kids together for a photo. It took a few minutes to get them all in one place. By some sort of miracle a few of the shots I snapped were actually pretty good — everyone looking normal and smiling naturally, no one missing from the frame.

I took this one just as the wriggly two-year-old bolted. The shot captures their personalities so well. Poppy’s on the run, Sophie’s overcome by the goofiness of it all, Sam’s plotting something, Claire can’t keep her little hands off Pete’s dome, Pete’s resigned to being pawed and Wilson’s just enjoying the chaos.

As it turns out, it’s my favorite from our little session.