Finally there are cooked dinners at the Short and Sweet household; the Plunket people thought it would be good for me to do household chores while Baby is awake (thereby leaving me free to nap or whatever when she sleeps), and cooking should be one of them.
But I have baggage when it come to cooking; I lost interest in anything to do with hot kitchens in my teens, after years of helping my mum every evening and weekend with her Chinese food business. On the other hand, the boy and I are both heartily sick of those ready meals, and the lack fresh vegetables in my diet was taking its toll on my digestion (further details would simply be Too Much Information).
So, despite the fact that the only cooking I am comfortable with is stir-frying or toasting, I've taken on the role of dinner-maker. It's not so bad really - the need for fresh ingredients gives me more reason to go for a walk; the spectacle of food preparation gives Baby something to look at when she's not practising her rolling or doing her tummy time; I have something to keep my mind off Baby's I-don't-want-to-sleep-and-you-can't-make-me protests; and most importantly, the boy and I are now eating more healthily.
The boy is not used to eating Chinese food so often though, so I might even scout out some new recipes (gods forbid!).
I also find myself doing a heck of a lot more cleaning too, all in the name of entertainment for Baby. For the first time in my life I am seriously considering buying an apron.