A Face Only a Mother Could Love

Well not THAT face obviously... who would love that little cub-kins?

I meant the food we've been eating since I've been tending to the cub-kin in question.  That is the third child I've brought into this world and yet I forget.  I forget how exhausted I am.... how much I whine about being tired (it's a lot... a WHOLE lot), and how overwhelming it can be helping them adjust to life in the big (cold and snowy, and generally craptastic weathery) world.  I am in full swing right now.  Preparing for the end of a semester and the begining of my LAST CLASS, getting ready to go back to work on Monday (already, I mean isn't she like 4 hours old?) and trying to help her figure out that days are for playing and nights are for sleeping, not staring at the Mamma-lady smiling, although it is very cute and sweet I would prefer to do such things in the light of day, instead of by the humming glow of muted infomercials at 3am.

My husband has been cooking a lot lately and this past weekend he made a batch of chili from a new recipe, and it was good.  Sooooo good people I put it on my eggs the next morning... with a tortilla.  All it really needed was some shredded cheese and a dollop of sour cream to make it complete, although I doubt it would help with it's visual appeal.

Alas... I still cannot have dairy so I had to make due... I know it's not pretty.  Sorry. Here let me make it up to you, and to remind myself that cheese isn't the best thing in the world... this hat is.