Carrot Soup Explosion

I think sometimes bloggers, including myself, have a tendency to show only their shining moments. I don’t think that’s always a bad thing, because the blogs highlighting the best ideas and cutest photos do capture my interest. Sometimes I like to see the human side of an author, though. A while back I declared that I would share some of my more humbling moments in an effort to embrace the ordinary.  Because behind every bright and shiny blog, is a  person who spills ketchup on their new jeans and forgets people’s birthdays, just like the rest of us. Behind this blog, is a woman who did not hold the cover on the blender tightly enough while making  curried carrot soup this afternoon.

Micah was watching and said “uh-oh” when it happened. And this is just another example of why I need to put up a backsplash behind my counter. Scrubbing pureed carrot off the textured plaster walls was a little challenging, to say the least. It kind of smeared and got into all the grooves. It took several rounds with a soaking rag to get it all off, and if I could get my nose that close to the wall, I wouldn’t be surprised if it still smelled of curry and carrot. Yummy.

On a completely unrelated note, I made a paper airplane for the little guy this afternoon. I didn’t expect him to get as much enjoyment out of it as he did! He would point and say “go go” when he wanted me to throw it. Then he would chase the plane down, pick it up, wave it around proudly in the air, then bring it back to me to throw again. The fun lasted until the plane was torn and wrinkled beyond repair. Talk about a cheap toy!