The eight week marker means another round of doctors appointments and immunizations, John back in the swing at work, and my paid time off running out. It also means we just wrapped up two months of culinary goodness courtesy of our Boise friends. Translation: TWO WHOLE MONTHS of delicious meals! Man, are we lucky to have such a great network of supporters.
Beginning with Wendy's fajitas our first night home from the hospital, we've since had pork loin and roasted potatoes, chicken w/ yummy apple-y salsa, tasty casseroles, spectacular soups, quesadillas, enchiladas, lasagna, chili, cornbread, wild game treats, delicious homemade pasta, sauces, and salads, quiche, Indian dishes, and homemade breads, cookies, and brownies.
John's trying to come up with a plan for keeping the meals coming until the girls are out of high school but he hasn't been able to fool anyone into pitying us any longer.
I suppose eight weeks really means that life should resume with some semblance of normalcy and self-sufficiency. I'm pleased as punch that normalcy right now doesn't involve me going back to work right away, but otherwise I think we can oblige.
While we discover what "normalcy" looks like, we'll be thanking our lucky stars for all of you that helped us get through this first phase of our new life with gifts of food, gear, and love from near and far.
In the meantime, beware John's tales of starvation on 22nd (hmmm, this years Halloween card?). We may find ourselves sitting down to supermarket frozen foods more frequently than we like, but we will find a way to keep the crew well fed one way or another.
I do make a mean PBJ!
I do make a mean PBJ!
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