I can't keep this girl clean.
Don't let her big, sweet smile fool you. She hates that hat. She rips it off her head immediately.
Sunday night, Ben was putting the boys to bed, and I was sitting on the couch with the laptop...a big red chair obstructing my view of a very quiet 17 month old.
We found why she was so quiet. We keep forgetting she can reach everything off of the table. It was a fitting way for her to end the day, since at lunchtime she carried Jake's half-full bowl of chicken tortilla soup over to the shag rug and fed herself in the same manner pictured below. We're still digging black beans and corn out of the rug.
Maybe our genetics just produce messy kids. Good thing they're cute.
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