Gnocchi and Fishies

I went to the best cooking class on Thursday night. An Italian lady in the neighborhood taught us how to make homemade pastas, sauces, and (Bruce's favorite) gnocchi. I love Italian food, so it goes without saying that I ate too much! I came home totally motivated to try some new recipes. I attempted the gnocchi yesterday- they weren't perfect, but I think I can get them there. Bruce ate them and said they were tasty, but he generally says that. I have to cook something pretty crappy for him to say he doesn't like it. I like to cook, so it's going to be a lot of fun.

The girls and I have been swimming quite a bit. They love the water. Kiki is absolutely unafraid. She will stick her face under and loves to jump off the side. I tried to put her in a floaty tube, and she found it aggravating because she thinks she can swim. Kate will hold her breath for 16 counts and we are working on jumping in and letting her feet touch the bottom and springing back up. She is a little scared but gets her courage up and then goes for it! Grandpa Jack is confident that their love of the water didn't come from any Barratt. I can vouch for that. I don't think my dad has owned a swimsuit ever in his adult life. When we would go to Bear Lake, he would just wear his oldest jeans and cut the legs off with a pocket knife upon our arrival. Voila! Swimwear.