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It was a good evening for Team Boles.

I am proud to say that I have finally cooked a roast.  And it was a damn fine roast.  My mother cooks such a mean roast that a mere whiff of it simmering away in that 50-pound iron dutch oven will bring a tear to your eye.  For years, my secret fear of utter roast failure has kept me throwing my own hunk of meat into the oven.

However, I woke up this morning and decide that today would be the day.  I called Mom for a last minute pep-talk,  knew that I was as ready as I was ever going to be…and I went for it.

With delicious results.  (still can’t get the gravy right, Mom)

My carnivorous husband was beyond pleased, and I’ll be darned if I didn’t spy a misty eye as he walked in the door and caught that first whiff…

And in other (arguably more important) news, Bailey is crawling!  The entire process frustrates the heck out of her, but tonight, perhaps inspired by her mother’s culinary victory,  my little girl knit her eyebrows in determination and across the rug she went!

Parker is incredibly amused by his little sister.  He is delighted to see her grow and evolve into a fully functioning playmate.  I can only imagine what these two are going to get into in the years to come.