Who said cooking with a 1 year old wasn't fun?! It was fun until I had to clean up. Have you ever heard the endearing term "hours from hell?" Well, let me tell you, they exist and we experience them almost daily here at the Byrd household. They usually begin around 5 and last until 7 (bed time). Picture this: trying to put a meal together, James clinging to my pants leg crying, something boiling over on the stove, me contemplating whether 5:00 is too early for a glass or wine...you get the picture. So, yesterday I decided to embrace the chaos and let James help me cook. It may be a while before I do it again, but it was quite entertaining.
"wow, this shredded cheese is yummmy"
"i think i'll lick it, that seems more efficient than trying to pick up these little things"