A La Carte

So I saw a recipe for a certain flavorful hummus and I made it and I love it. And Josh is so weirded out that I am eating something called hummus (which if you ask me, does sound like some sort of body bacteria slash fungus you would go to the doctor for). Josh keeps saying, "There is a hummus among us."

I sent Josh to the store with a grocery list. Among the items he was hunting was a bag of pita chips. They go great with the hummus, you know. He could not find them and had to ask a lady with a mustache to assist him. She tried, but in vain, and ended up finding someone else who could help them out. He found them, and they are indeed delicious with my hummus. But Josh still won't try it. He seems to be a little disturbed still by his memories of his time with the lady with the mustache. Well, that, and the fact that he was hunting pita chips for some hummus. He says he doesn't know me anymore.

Anna now eats the little puffs that melt in baby's mouth. But once they melt, she is weirded out by them and shoves them back out of her mouth. Then they stick to her face and hands and I have to wipe and wipe and wipe to get them off. Which she hates.

Josh tried the new Peach milkshake from Chick-Fil-A today. He does not recommend it.

Noah shared a popsicle with Josh today on the back porch. He kept smushing his little face on the glass to see me inside and tell me to come outside. And he just couldn't stop raving about his new treat. For me, the treat was hearing how he said popsicle: Pop-seeker.