Last night Macy helped me make dinner while Kennedy was at her ballet/tap/jazz class -although maybe kept me company in the kitchen is a better way to describe it. She snacked on pickles and olives while I mixed up the meatloaf. Then she pulled her stool over to the sink and washed dishes until dousing herself with the sprayer.
By the time Jake and Kennedy got home, the house smelled amazing! Macy and I had been listening to the Swan Lake Pandora radio station, playing with the ballerina magnet dolls, and dancing around the living room. We all sat down to the table, and Macy started eating her sweet potato biscuit. When this girl eats, she makes a huge mess. Crumbs go flying everywhere. She nibbles like a squirrel until her mouth is stuffed - lucky she has those big cheeks! Then she announced that she didn't like the "heart love" and wouldn't eat any of it - before even taking a bite. After some coaxing, Macy did try it, and of course liked it. I think meatloaf will be forever renamed heart love in our family. It's the perfect name for the dish. If meatloaf doesn't say family style-comfort food-made with love (aka heart love), I don't know what does.
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