Chili Con Baby
I guess I can file this under "food".
As the crazed mother of 2 now, and wife of a meat lover I decided to cook Chili Con Carne last night and fill my emotional tank with beans and cornbread. It was rainy and murky outside and my crockpot was calling to me. I decided to be the heroine and make my man some meaty chili so I set out to do so until THE BABY CRIED. The baby is 5 weeks and she cries a lot as they do.
I was heavy into chili making mode and the only thing that I could do was make her part of the process so I strapped on my Mei Tai carrier and got to it. THIS IS DANGEROUS. Babywearing adds new meaning to kitchen safety as you have to be extra careful not to burn the kid, shut her feet in drawers, spill sauce on her etc. It got REALLY interesting when we were chopping onions. By this time she had stopped crying because all she wants is to be worn by me, but due to stinky onion bought at local gas station because I did not have time to hit the actual grocery store I was now crying. So I am chopping with my eyes closed wearing baby and praying we make it through this experience in one piece.
The best part? Well let me back up- you know how when you are wearing your baby in front of you you have limited sight as far as other objects in front of you? The best part is when I blitzed my can of coke across the kitchen island because I couldn't see it, forgot that it was there (as I never can finish a can of coke) and managed to get syrupy goodness all over the place! Cleanup on Aisle:: WHAT THE HECK WAS I THINKING MAKING CHILI? There is something to be said for being a crazed mom and driving through the golden arches a few times a week for an innocent Happy Meal. It's true- it makes everyone very happy.


