Noodles are the way

There are two things I can count on when I get home at night...a frustrating dinner.  I don't mean because of the fact that I don't cook because smart me married someone who enjoys it.  The frustration is with the girls.  Adelaide is too busy talking to eat and Penelope is typically busy yelling more because she eats everything as fast as she can.  

There is one magic food that will always get eaten in our house...noodles.  The only time that the noodles hit the floor is after Penelope is full and she starts throwing everything off of her tray.