I'm trying to be somewhat prepared for this baby coming. Since there is no way I can even begin to expect the changes that are about to come, I'm trying to do whatever I can to make the transition as easy as possible.
Steph came over last weekend, we had sushi Friday night, and Saturday was our designated cooking day. We had three meals planned:
Shredded chicken for the chicken spaghetti. (I always cheat and use chicken breasts instead of a whole frier, as the recipie recommends. I do not have that much time on my hands!)
We made two of each meal, for a total of six freezer-ready casseroles.
And the infamous black nose/pink tongue was standing by, ready to catch anything that made it onto the floor.
Lots and lots of layers for the Mexican Lasagna, including two layers of cheese.
Which is a certain someones favorite food of all time. He starts drooling as soon as I pull it out of the fridge to shred. And then waits patiently for any leftovers.
(Ugh, the drool is so gross!)
Three and a half ours later, we have our six meals! I'll move these to the big freezer in the garage and hopefully get a few weeks of meals saved up.
We're in for a big transition in the next two months, but at least we will (and Spangler, of course) have food!