Our kids Miles is super messy. As my husband put it the other day: “I’m pretty sure he’s the messiest kid I’ve ever been around.” So every meal results in a massive amount of food on the floor. Not because he intentionally throws it there, but because his eating method results in this:
And do add insult to injury, he acts like he’s been thrown into the 7th circle of hell when being wiped down afterwards.
So, like any good mom, I’m down on my hands and knees, mopping it up, right?
Nope.
I just sit there and let my dog at it. You know how you’re not supposed to feed your dog table food?
Well, I don’t care.
I love that he is a big pig and will eat anything. He’s my own personal Roomba, and honestly, I appreciate that he contributes around here a bit!
I’ve even been known to toss a bit of food onto the floor because letting him scarf it up is easier than getting up off my ever-widening rear to throw it away.
Maybe it’s third trimester exhaustion…I’ll tell myself that.
Oh, and this is totally unrelated, but hilarious.
Henry loves to write letters to my dad, whom he calls “Papa”.
The other day, he ran up to Hank and me and said “Did is spell Papa!?!”
Almost buddy, almost.
Happy weekend everyone!
live well. be well.
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