|The early days of a sous chef|
It's been nearly five years since we first found out I was pregnant with Logan. It came as a big surprise. Yes, I had wanted a third child. No, Gary did not. I had spent the month before miserable because I had just started the school year dropping off what I thought would be the last child to full-day kindergarten. I was filled with regrets of not enjoying the time I had with Aidan at home enough. I should have done more with him, not rushed to get things done around the house, and spent more quality time just enjoying being with him. Now, it was all over. No more alone time. No more cuddling on the couch with him. No more company in the house. Coming home from drop-off was lonely and so, so quiet.
|A boy and his costumes|
This is the last year Logan will be at home with me before he begins full-day kindergarten. Right now, he goes to school four days a week but gets home earlier than the others. We have that. We also have our Wednesdays.
At the beginning of this school year I made a pact with myself that every Wednesday Logan is off from school I would devote my day to doing something fun with him. Yes, I have guilt that I never did this with Madison or Aidan, but they also got to spend more time with me throughout the day when they were Logan's age. There weren't older kids back then who had homework or so many activities. We actually had nights off with nothing to do. Imagine that! Those days are long gone. Since my new career relates to food and Logan is my chef-in-the-making, I thought that one of the best activities to plan our day around should involve food. What else!
|Whipped Cream first|
|Rice, Rice, Everywhere|
On this particular Wednesday, it was rainy and cold, but we were prepared with our rain jackets and boots. Robyn had ordered some hot tea and Logan settled in with a Coke, his dining-out treat. Just in case he didn't care for the Bibimbap, I ordered a tuna roll for him. You have no idea how crazed Logan is for sushi. As soon as it came, he scarfed the whole thing down in five minutes or less and then wanted more. He ate some of the bibimbap, the rice and sprouts, but I don't think he was crazy about it. I, on the other hand, loaded my hot clay bowl with all of the fixins' such as kimchi, pickled turnips, and more sprouts. I fired it up with some more hot sauce and devoured nearly the entire bowl. With an order of plain rice to finish off his meal and some hot sake for me, we were stuffed and headed back home.
|Not the best manners, but he was tired.|
|It's all about the gear|
Yesterday, as we were driving home, Logan told me he enjoyed his church camp from over the summer more than school. When I asked why he said it was because it wasn't as long. He wished he could get home sooner from school. Since he's been going on lately about wishing he was in kindergarten, I pointed out that next year he'd be in school all day like Madison and Aidan. His response: "What! Then, I don't want to go to kindergarten any more." I asked why and he said, "Because then it will take longer to get back to you." That's when I knew that this time I was doing things right.