The other weekend we went down to babysit for Jeremy and Jamie for the weekend and decided to grill steaks for dinner. I was a little concerned that this might be difficult, since grilling is a mans job so I am told (after all there is fire, and danger) and because we did after all have all our attention focused on Noah. But we started the barbecue anyway, hoping that somehow I'd be able to get the job done.
Not long after, someone came to my rescue...not the kind of help I was longing for, though. I had hoped for someone with a free hand, but I guess a few paws were all I was gonna get, so I had better be grateful.
At least the cleanup went quickly.
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You guys were ambitious baby/dog sitters!
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