Maybe Hopper has been giving her scrapping lessons

It was probably only a matter of time before Anna mouthed off to some bigger kid and got punched in the face.

Mommy's Li'l Bruiser

Okay, it was actually a totally innocent playground collision, but she still looks like she was in a bar fight last night. I couldn't find the "My First Busted Lip" section of her baby book, so I guess I'll just paste this picture over "Second Birthday" or something.

In earlier, less injured times, she spent about 20 minutes wandering around the house holding a piece of cheese in each hand, occasionally placing one on a chair or couch or toy or window sill then picking it back up. She also dangled (but didn't drop) one of the pieces out the cat door for a minute.

And then she ate them. That's okay, right?

And what have we been eating? Well, all you concerned citizens whispering about how I don't take care of my husband can settle down because LOOKIT I MADE HIM A STEAK.

Photographing meat: not a thing I am good at.

And let's see, what's that on the side there? Looks like potatoes and...some green stuff...wait a minute, that's kale! Okay you guys, I know. I know I have a problem. It's like my brain decided that kale is actually a vice, because I am drawn to it compulsively despite myself. The other day I even bought some baby food for Anna that has kale in it. That's exactly how these things get passed down from generation to generation. It's a sickness.

Anyway. Tuesday night. Barbecue Pulled Chicken sandwiches, side salad. For some reason I decided I would be completely faithful to the recipe and not quadruple the garlic like usual, and I have to tell you that mincing ONE TINY CLOVE of garlic was really strange and hilarious to me. Like I was making dinner for dolls.

Last night: Chilaquiles Casserole. If you look at the recipe, you'll see that they suggest "10 servings." If you then look at my picture, you'll see that I cut it into fourths.

And this is me trying to lose weight.