Dinner. Nursing home foods continued.

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.