Tuesday, February 2, 2010

New Life

I was making a pasta for dinner last night. My mom started pulling things out of the fridge that I could use before they go bad. One was a gallon sized baggie of pasta. The conversation:

Me: How much pasta is in here?
Mom: Probably about a full package.
Me: Are you sure?
Mom: Yeah. The other night I made a package and a half for dinner.
Me: (Knowing no one but her and Dad were home) Who... did you make all that food for?
Mom: Me and your father.... I know I made too much.

I thought it was funny. She has to remember not to make extra food for Adison. (Although, I still don't think he would eat a whole package of cooked pasta.) She needs to ship him food instead, which is the only thing he requested in his email to us yesterday. But still, its got to be strange to have all your kids grow up and not to have to make so much dinner as you did before.