Mmmmmmm......

This week we had the missionaries over for dinner. I always try to come up with something 'different' because I am sure they eat a lot of casseroles and pasta. This time, we had a potato bar...it was y.u.m.m.y if I do say so myself. We were all in carb comas afterwards.

Daddy helped Noelle get her food after a serious tantrum, but I'll save you those details. Had I been doing the food, I would have smashed it up so that I could make sure to get the broccoli in there, give her chicken, salad, etc. Not Daddy! Here's some potato, bacon, cheese and sour cream. She picked up that thing and started chowing...needless to say she loved it. It's a good thing he is around or things would be no fun at all.