Me vs. the Pot Roast

I am not good at cooking meats. Trimming chicken is the stuff that nightmares are made of. I have no clue how to cook a steak (but I have a husband, so he handles that). Today I thought I’d make a pot roast. I think I’ve made it twice before. Now, I once read a…

Just Us on a Sunday

“Arm! Arm! Arm!” This is what my almost-two-year-old is saying to me as she points to her arm that she is currently coloring with markers. I’m not 100% sure if she’s exclaiming, “Arm!” so as to show off her latest art installation, or if it’s more like, “Arm?” kind of asking me (albeit too late)…