I recently learned that the peaches were a mistake. That you should NEVER start fruits before vegetables. How the heck was I supposed to know that? Anyway, after learning this information I promptly went to my friend and social hub, Kroger and bought a nice juicy jar of sweet potatoes, peas, and other various pre chewed puke consistency dinners for my offspring. Since she seems to get it everywhere when I feed her, G wanted to have a try.
Do you see the problem with the picture below? G's mouth is open. Liv's mouth is filled with her hand. Typical. And also very ineffective.
I don't know how the eyebrow smear happened but I thought it was a nice touch.
So naturally the dinner activity led to a necessary bath:
Take a moment to appreciate this discretionary thigh roll shot please. She's also being modest with her hand placement but I do love her bread dough body of rolls. Bath time is one of my favorite motherhood perks:
Have I mentioned today that I really love being her mother? I thought my life was cool before this. I think I must have had brain damage because this is the best thing ever. I love this chunky little human being from heaven. So. Dang. Much.