Hurricane Allie

I made dinner.  Homemade vegetable soup.  Matt likes to joke that when I cook it looks like a hurricane came through… or is it a tornado?  Some destructive force at any rate.  I’ll admit he has a point.  I mean, just look at that photo for crying out loud.  However, in a (feeble) effort to defend myself I’d like to point out that on this particular evening I was trying to make dinner after getting home late and simultaneously trying to feed an exhausted 14 month old who’s trying to cut 3 or 4 molars (aka my own personal hell).

Have you ever tried to chop vegetables while I toddler screams at you and throws food?  I don’t recommend it.  It’s like some sicko version of Hell’s Kitchen, Toddler edition.  It’s truly amazing I have all my digits.

Despite all of this I got Emerson “fed” (if by fed you mean threw every known food option to her hoping against hope that she would ingest 2 or 3 bites) , bathed and the kitchen cleaned before Matt ever got home.

I may be a natural disaster in the kitchen but I’m sure as hell better at clean-up than FEMA.