This is a typical lunch with my Baby. She doesn’t talk yet so I have translated her grunts, ooohhhs, and aaahhhs. I probably should have named this post Spaghetti Shower.
“Mama…I really love spaghetti”
“Can I please have some more”
“Mama…I see something outside”
“Mama! Look it’s a bird.”
(Me thinking) I can’t look outside right now because all I can think about is how dirty your hands are.
“Mama…I don’t know why you didn’t look outside. The bird was so pretty.”
“Wow…my hair feels funny with spaghetti sauce in it.”
“Boy do I love spaghetti!”
“Mama…can you please look outside? The bird is back.”
“Mama…the bird, the bird!”
“Wasn’t the bird so pretty!”
I actually attempted to clean the spaghetti sauce off my Baby with a wash cloth but quickly realized that she needed a full on bath.
Love a mom who should have looked at the birds earlier,