
The baby is starting to let me eat dinner with everyone else. But not really. Eating doesn't really describe the way LV and I shovel food into our mouths in the hopes that one of us will finish before there's a meltdown.
Watch me stretch a buck! Rather than feel sentenced to *having* to make dinner, I'm trying to figure out what I can do with what I have. And how to make cheap meats and frozen vegetables taste better.
The baby is starting to let me eat dinner with everyone else. But not really. Eating doesn't really describe the way LV and I shovel food into our mouths in the hopes that one of us will finish before there's a meltdown.
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