This was such a fun night for my babies, oh and me too.
My sweet friend, Salerno, came over to cook with my babies. They were so excited when I explained to them earlier in the day that they would be preparing the meal tonight, instead of someone from our ward. (Don't get me wrong, we love ALL the yummy food we have been blessed with, but my babies like to be in the kitchen helping me cook.) Afton immediately asked if she could prepare something from her favorite cookbook. Disappointed as to my response that the menu had already been decided, she seemed to perk back up when I told her that she could plan another evening of cooking with Mrs. Salerno for another occasion. That pleased her, and of course, she did NOT forget what I said.
As soon as she walked in the door Afton bumrushed Salerno, like the Legion of Boom, and began to plan the menu for the next visit. :) Salerno was a good sport and I'm sure, won't forget what they decided on the very specific menu to be.
Anyhow, back to "girl cheese and boy cheese." Jack is quite a sexist and when he found out the menu was Grilled cheese and salad, he announced that he only "likes boy cheese, NOT girl cheese." We smiled and said ok. He's just too cute to argue with.
My babies did it all. Washing the lettuce, buttering the bread, placing the cheese, sneaking the cheese, and WELL, let's face it. That's it. There's NOT much more to "girl cheese and boy cheese." As simple as this was, it meant so much to my babies. They loved helping out and feeling big. They loved learning how to use something new, like Salerno's fun grill pan. They loved being in the kitchen again, like they used to be with mommy, before the whole bed rest thing. They loved it so much that they asked when Salerno was coming back when they woke up the next morning.
I'm so thankful for my dear friend Salerno for coming over that night and making "girl cheese and boy cheese." (She even let me help out with school/FBI stuff - Bonus!) It meant so much to me, along with my babies. I'm thankful to call her friend.
Ps: I'm pretty stoked for the menu that my girl and her put together for their next cooking adventure.
