School, Cake, Meatloaf.

He was saying, "Are you done taking pictures?" He'll thank me one day. Or maybe his wife will thank me one day. SOMEONE will thank me one day.

School. It started. This pleases me. Anders has a great teacher. She's nice, organized, communicative. He comes home happy every day. Addie also has a great teacher. Her name is Miss Broadhead. Due to her speech errors, Addie calls her Miss Bra-head. I've been trying to emphasize that pesky "D" sound, because no one likes to be called a bra-head, ya know? At any rate, both kids are happy at school, which is a big relief.

On the first day of school I made a cake for dessert. It was the ugliest, most pathetic cake ever made. Since it was so ugly, I decided we would eat it like heathens and snarf it straight off the pan. 

So many things went wrong with this cake. How can something so delicious look so sad?

It was a hit. 

The other night I got a wild hair and made meatloaf. I knew the kids would act like I was trying to kill them, but I decided they needed to experience a good ol' fashioned meatloaf. 

It was not a hit. 

But they suffered well, and are stronger people for it. Addie can tell Miss Bra-head all about it.