Traditionally, Congolese mamas wear their babies on their backs everywhere they go.  Elizabeth is just doing her part in ensuring that we maintain her culture, for on a nightly basis this is the only way I can get any cooking done.  Wearing an almost two year old.  The moment she sees the Ergo coming out, Elizabeth books it on over to me, tightly wraps her arms around my shoulders, and prepares for another night of not-so-gourmet cooking with her mama.  And every night the cuteness factor wins me over.  Every darn night.

P.S. I look really tired here don’t I?  Don’t lie.  I do.  Because, people, this is how the average mother of three looks (or at least feels) by 6pm.  Just in case you were wondering.  You’re welcome.