And I confess it here: I did not tell my family there was lamb heart in the stew. I guess I will find out now how often my husband reads my blog! I was surprised to taste that the heart (I had chopped it smaller just in case it was gross - maybe it would disappear into the sauce if it was small, right?) tasted just like beef. And really, the stew was delicious with rosemary, red wine, tomatoes, and white beans. Everyone said so and had seconds.
I like the warmth of a tablecloth in winter, but I extend its cleanliness by giving the children wipeable placemats. Ben still sits on his booster, but he doesn't always wear a bib. I usually get more exercised about a bib at breakfast when his clothing is clean.