I Burn Stuff

You know those times when you turn on a burner to cook something, and--it just so happens not to be the burner you intended to turn on? 

Suffice it to say--that so do I. 

I'd blame it on what Matthew and I like to call pregnancy brain. . . but, then again, this is something I somehow manage to do about every third time I cook (and did before pregnancy as well). . . . 

I guess we can at least chalk the placement of the hot pad up to pregnancy brain. 

Boiling potatoes and carrots never smelled so. . . . . strongly. 

Dearest husband, 

There's nothing quite like the smell of a homemade dinner, is there? 

haha, good times people. Good, good times. 

Just busy loving my husband and loving our life together :)