We actually have an alternating schedule now because Ava and Wyatt will fight over who gets to do what if they are both in the kitchen with me; and that, owing to my complete lack of patience, ends in me banishing them to the far corners of the house. Kind of defeats the purpose. Also, Ava is getting handy enough to use a real knife, and I would not put it past her to reach out and stab her brother's hand when he gets in a mood to pester her.
|apples for Apple Sausage Rigatoni|
|again, no pants. no, I don't know why.|
|pesto/gouda/rotisserie chicken pockets. delish!|