Friday, August 3, 2012

a yogurt bath

So I thought I'd share with you what is happening at the dinner table these days.  It usually begins with my foolish attempts to feed my baby.  You know with like a bib and a spoon and whatnot.

It most often ends like this.  Because, you know, I WILL DO IT MYSELF!

Don't rush me, mama, I've got this.  Even got a backup spoon in case this one gets away.

Really, spoons are so five minutes ago.  All the cool babies do it like this.

Ooh, that was good.  But now I am sad because it's all gone.

No worries mama, I will have beautiful skin and my brother will sneak me some m&m's as soon as you aren't looking.  Because, you know, I am adorable and totally irresistible.  And I smell good, kind of like yogurt.

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