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Best Buds

Eating has become a messy, messy project.  Yesterday I picked up Bug from day care and asked why her hair was so sticky.  Bananas.  Awesome.  When she eats, she sticks her hands in her mouth, then runs them through her hair.  Sorry, teachers.  I feel your pain.  Now, you can see it too.

Because you need to shove your hand up to your mouth to eat ONE bite-size piece of sweet potato.
 Then you need to reach for the blinds...
 ...and clap your hands.
 Then, of course, you have to see what's left on your hands...
 ...and eat that too.
 Then you sing...
...squeeze all the sweet potato fries until it's mush.
 After bath time, we hung out with Mommy while she made dinner.

Hey, remember the rule- you drop them, I pick them up ONCE (maybe twice), and then you can just stare at them. :)  This game is only fun for Bug, not Mommy.
Bug's got some favorite toys for bed.  Best buds. This morning I woke up and she was in a new position, but toy puppy still wrapped in her arms.  Who gave us this puppy?  For the life of me, I can't remember and I remember who gave her every toy she has.  Well, unknown person.  Thank you!  She loves it!  :)
God Bless,
Kat

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