Wanna know how to take the simplest of tasks and turn it on its head? Add baby.

I love having Evie strapped to my torso in her carrier. I love the closeness yet independence (for both of us), although I wish I could see her expressions. Lately, I've been "wearing" Evie around the house, not just while we're out and about (or hiking during camp days).

The trick of the baby wearing is this false sense of independence, or the Look-I-have-access-to-both-my-hands moments. This makes me believe that I can be doing other things, albeit things a bit farther from my chest, like tidying or...

I've been slowly trying to figure out what I can and cannot do while front-loaded with Evie. Move small items from one room to another? Check. Walk around, chasing cats? Check. Vacuum? Ha! That's a trick question, as we Roomba.

So today I tried making rice crispy treats. Yeah, yeah - I know that you're not to cook while baby wearing, but this wasn't really cooking. It was microwaving and stirring. (And I was very careful with anything that might be the slightest bit hot.)

Oh, how this easy treat played me like a fool.

To be honest, I made some poor decisions and wrong turns. My judgment was whack, my timing was off, and my couth was down right missing.

My first, and most obvious mistake, was attempting this while wearing Evie. (No babies were harmed in the making of mashmallowy treats.) Although I have use of both my hands, my reach and visibility are greatly impaired - all I have is peripheral functionality.

My second mistake was the bowl I used. I only have the one microwave-safe bowl, so I was working with what I had. I melted the butter just fine, but the marshmallows were a bit too many for this bowl. As they swelled to gigantic proportions, they also oozed and plopped over the sides of the bowl. Ding! and I find a good portion of this sticky mess on the glass carousel in the microwave and not in the bowl.

I scoop up the stringy gloops as well as I could and move to the next task in this adventure, the rice crispies. Now if the bowl was too small for enlarged marshmallows, can you guess what it's also too small for? If you said a whole box of cereal, you are smarter than I.

Those f'ing tiny bits of cereal go everywhere! In my attempt to control the mess I lose the mixing spoon and start using my hands. Dear doG in heaven, if this didn't make matters forty-hundred times worse!

It's at this point when I call to Matt for help. When he comes into the kitchen and sees me like... Well, go look at the pictures and you can see exactly what Matt saw because the goober ran to get the camera instead of to my aid.

In my defense, if you ask any person how they would get crisped rice and marshmallow mess off of their hands I guarantee you that they'd agree - you can only eat yourself free!

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