Friday, September 2, 2011
The view out the window this morning. All the humidity, pollen and smog in the morning sunlight. So beautiful. Like Monet's smoggy London.
Last night, I arrived home to find tenderloin sizzling on the stove and Charlie standing on the top step of the stepstool in the kitchen. He was really and truly helping M3I make dinner, and was proud and excited. He'd help to chop salad ingredients, and spun the lettuce, he'd sprinkled sesame seeds, he was going to cook the pasta!
A delicious dinner, with Charlie himself barely able to eat it, as he anxiously asked me again and again if it was good, and which part was the best. His proud face was bliss.