One of my favorite times to photograph Lucas is when he’s eating. It’s the only time he is sitting still and I can capture all the details of his sweet face. It also shows me just how messy he is, and how I need to learn how to use a bib. I should learn, right? That’s what bibs are for.
But the dog ate one and the other one is lost somewhere in a pile of laundry. Yes, we only have two. My mother will probably wonder where the 10 are that she bought me that one time at Target. It was like Heaven, a big pack of large bibs. Sorry Mom, I have no idea. The sock monster who steels all our socks probably told his friends about us and now the bib monster and him come over for appetizers.
The appetizers on the floor that my child put there. The ORGANIC EXPENSIVE appetizers.
Usually I just take his shirt off before meal time. It’s much easier. Well usually…
Oh he starts out very sweet and innocent. Just wait a few minutes, you’ll be sorry you ever kept my clothes on mom. He is totally sweet. And I might need to look up the definition of innocent, but when he throws his food on the floor and gives me that look like he’s knows what he’s doing does not make mama happy but it’s too cute and I can’t help but smile even while sternly saying no, that is definitely not what I’d consider innocent.
I don’t know how he does it, but food always ends up under his shirt. Sometimes I even find chucks of food in his diaper. I’m not kidding you. It’s everywhere.
It’s an entire process feeding this kid. I don’t know if this is “normal” or not. This is seriously what ever meal looks like around here. Do you feed your kids with a spoon? I’ve always let Lucas feed himself by just putting his food on his tray and letting him have at it. It keeps him occupied for a bit, if anything, and I think (well I know- just look at these pictures!) that he enjoys it.
I was reading somewhere the other day, that kids around 12 months should eat their food with a spoon or fork off a plate. Well. He eats with his hands. And I don’t own any kid plates.
Cottage cheese in his nose. Do you see that? Also in his neck crevices.
I hate the smell of cottage cheese. When it’s all over my baby, the smell is so overwhelming… oh it’s just awful. Bath time immediately follows cottage cheese, for it’s the only way I can stand to clean it off his hands, head, ears, stomach and probably toes. I’ve found cottage cheese in his ear. Seriously, in his ear.
Oh and the combination of soggy bananas with cottage cheese. Gag me. I carry him up the stairs and throw him in the shower, which by that point means I’ve also got cottage cheese on my hands or shirt and I want to throw up on myself so heck, we both jump in the shower and wash food off ourselves.
I’m not even going to tell you that yesterday Lucas dumped water out of the dogs water dish and started licking it off the floor. I’m not even going to go there today.
Then he gets tired and starts rubbing his eyes. Food goes flying. Okay, I’ve learned my lesson. Clothes off always before eating. Don’t give him cottage cheese if you’re dressed nice, and add “spoon and fork” to the to do list of things I want/need to teach him and things I need to buy and things I need to clean.
Side note, but somewhat related: Yesterday Lucas pulled off all the newspapers off the chair and the papers were all over the floor. I walked over them all day. My husband comes home and ask what happened. Oh Lucas did it. I’ll pick it up later.
And later I did.