My Little Chef.

Ok. It's almost two weeks now that Jay is gone. I have had countless dinners and 'sleep-overs' in my parents, (thanks Mum and Dad, as always), dinner and 'sleep-overs' in Joan and Dominic's, lovely bean feast in Jude and Steve's, delicious Indian meal in Carole and Paul's on Saturday night. Am I forgetting anyone? Thank you all. This is what makes it a bit more bearable.
But after nearly two weeks now I am flagging, and the last thing I felt like doing was cooking tonight.

The Eldest loves cooking. His latest favourite movie at the moment is Ratatouille. He absolutely loves it. He was watching it this evening when I was trying to encourage myself to get up off my chair and cook dinner. In a flash he turned off the movie, disappeared into the kitchen and came back announcing that he was going to do stir-fry and noodles for dinner.



With a little bit of help from his little brother.



We had an amazingly delicious and perfectly cooked dinner.



And I promised to mention these cakes he made last Monday and Wednesday.



It was my Dad's birthday on Thursday, and the cake was by The Eldest.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDAD!



More cake on Monday too, just because.



And I didn't lift a finger.

I am grateful, proud and very reassured.