Learning
I had chicken marinated. It was going to be grilled. But our evening plans changed. And the next evening Matt and I were going out to dinner. The next day I decided it was time for grilling. But Matt didn't come home for lunch that day. So I did it. It was a little nerve racking. I was worried about a big plume of fire igniting us all and the house on fire. After making the girls watch me start the grill from the safety of inside I even got brave enough to hold Lucy while I turned the chicken over. And I asked Maddie to take a picture (she took 13) of it so that I could remember the day I learned how to use the grill by myself. Side story: The girls and I had been playing out back most of the morning. They were helping me wash our Florida shells (they had been sitting in zipped up bags and were still stinky). Poor Lucy kept getting wet though. After the third change of clothes she demanded "any! any!"...