Bless her heart...

Kelly is the back bone of our family. From 6:30 in the morning when she gets up and makes breakfast for the kids and makes the lunches and gets Madison ready to go; all the while I am stumbling around just trying to dress myself, which I don't always do so well, my socks don't match today one black one dark blue, to 10:15 when I go to bed and she stays out in the family room for a little while for a little alone time and all the time in between.

She keeps the calendar, does the laundry, waits for the repair guys, goes shopping and to the bank. She makes dinner. Ah, dinner. Here is why I say bless her heart. Not because she can't cook. She can. And she is very good at it. Very creative. She uses different vegetables and meats and spices and ethnicities of food. She scours magazines and the internet food sites for new and interesting recipes that shake things up a bit.

Never too spicy. Never too exotic. Never too eaten.

The only problem she has with dinner is the rubes she is feeding. We are of the ignorance is bliss crowd when it comes to eating. What we don't know won't hurt us. If we had Mac and Cheese every night, most of the house would be running around yelling: "Mac and Cheese! Yippee!". That was actually a direct quote of mine the other night. Yep. Mac and cheese, spaghetti, sloppy joes, eggs, hot dogs, frozen pizza. That would pretty much cover us until Reagan is ready for college.

We are all fine with that. Truly. Kelly on the other hand, bless her heart, just has that innate, maternal instinct to try something different. As if meat loaf in the shape of cupcakes would expand our dining options by even a few millimeters. What's that old saying, you can put lipstick on a pig or something? For the record, the pig here is the meatloaf and the lipstick is the cupcake disguise.

Anywho, despite what she has made for dinner whether it be carribean shrimp or mac and cheese there is always a vegetable and a fruit for the kids to eat. Kelly is very good about that. If they don't eat their fruits and vegetables, they don't get to read and do their math problems. That always makes them down that asparagus, boy.

Despite our culinary shortcomings, I know she still loves us. And we love her too so all is copacetic.