Oatmeal splatters onto the floor from her tiny hands and her big swipes across the highchair tray. It's moments like these I think, "I wish I had a dog." Last night, I was reminded by a friend to loosen up. She doesn't know she said this to me, but in essence, that's what I heard. That's what I needed to hear.
So instead of wiping Maddie's face after every bite, I plopped the mushy mess down for her to experience and eat on her own. I mean, it's up her nose. Up. Her. Nose.
But whatever, maybe it smells good.
"Even when freshly washed and relieved of all obvious confections, children tend to be sticky." — Fran Lebowitz