This Is "Nacho" Problem.

Get it?

Eh, forget about it if you don't get it. Cheesy joke (another nacho pun!  I'm done, promise).

But I do have a nacho problem.

When Tyson works during dinner time, nachos are my "go to" for dinner.  It takes no time at all, little mess to clean up, the girls love it, and I have them eat it community style with no plates...we all just dig in. Not to mention that I often put it on a blanket in front of a movie....might as well just stay out of the kitchen entirely, right?

Tyson doesn't appreciate nachos like the girls...thus we wait until he's gone to feast upon them.

Even Paige loves nacho days...granted she mostly likes to pick off sour cream because she has an undying love for sour cream. I mean that like, she grabs it from the fridge and will eat it by the spoonful. She does like other things too...but when there is sour cream involved, nothing really else matters in her mind. The rest of us just suffer from severe double dipping.

(Paige's love of sour cream.  This picture below was taken a while back and she got into the fridge, grabbed out the large bucket of sour cream, took it to he table, and hugged it shouting, "Mommy! Eh? Eh?" until I opened it and got her a scoop. And she also managed to get her arm out of the armhole.)

Anyhow, today was a nacho day.

Tyson started night float. He'll be working nights for two weeks but we won't be having nachos the entire time. He still needs dinner...just not tonight because he needed to go in early today.

Not much else happened today.

Fast Sunday.

Hang out outside for a while.

Nachos and Food Network.

And listening to fireworks lull us to sleep.