Recently, I've been so proud of Steph. She fucked up during her move but she's trying and she's being honest and that's something different. I applaud her. She's still immature and somewhat childish but I'm sure if I met myself at 21, I'd think the same thing. Love the lil turd.
I told the family that we should have a weekly dinner. I feel that we need to try something new to make us closer. It helps Steph execute a weekly task that will be unaltered. Sometimes, when your whole life is chaos and disarray, a simple exercise in stability can keep her anchored. We'll see. I hope so. It was short but fun.
She's so damn pretty. Love her. I decided to sacrifice my time and cook for the family. Mostly because I think I'm the best cook in the family. Yeah, I'll toot my own horn. Andrew's pretty good too but I don't count him since we aren't technically family. I made freshly mashed potatoes with chicken in creamy Parmesan and sundried tomatoes, and balsamic roasted baby carrots. BOOYA!
On top of that, my parents gave my birthday gift early.
AAAHHHH!!! It was such a surprise! I've been wanting a sewing machine for years. Now, I can start learning how to make costumes! SO EXCITED. First on the list: a Louise costume.
Oh! And I get to babysit this little cutie once a month.
Mandy dropped by the other day with this little munchkin. She started a new job but is having trouble scheduling a babysitter and rides. Rozzy is the sweetest child I've ever met. No, the list of children I know is not long but she's still the best child on Earth. She's sweet, obedient, and not a brat. What more could you ask for in a child? I look forward to having her for a small bit.
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