Let me count the ways.
‘Cause Baba does have a thing about schmutz on the fingers. Only the true love of a bairn would get me this be-schmutzed. Dirt, of course, is another thing entirely and more than welcome. (My thanks to Elizabeth Barrett Browning for the loaner.)
[...] You will note the contrast from this series here, from just a bit over three months ago. Not like he has less schmutz on his face (indeed, he has more!). But lord love me I have less on my fingers. [...]
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Mmmm. It’s enough to make me rethink the plan to introduce cereal soon. I wonder if we can hold out ’til she’s, I dunno, two or three?
Just look at that face! i’m sure that a little finger-schmutz just scratches the surface of what you’d do for him!
I was stunned by the beauty of your babe and it took me a minute to even see your schmutzy hand.
I had schmutz on my hands this morning too and my son is 6. Of course, my son eats like a savage sometimes so maybe the outlook for your hands is better than mine.
I’d stuff schmutz down my britches if it meant he’d smile at ME like that.
My word, what a face.
Alicia & Vikki, you now see how all the schmutz got there in the first place. I was bedazzled before I was beschmutzed.
That, plus periodically I try to get past my aversion to schmutz and give him free reign of utensil & bowl & etc. Since how else is he going to learn? I found with the lil’ monkey that my ability to overcome schmutz aversion was directly proportional to the speed with which she honed her fine motor skills. See? Eventually getting us all past the schmutz-painting period.
And Irreverend-A, all’s I can say is Courage, ma soeur, courage.
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I know! Picture no.2 is all, “Please, sir? Can I have some more?” Which is just what we said to our donor chum after kiddle no.1! So glad he was all, “You bet!”
oh my god the peanut is cute!
What gorgeous pictures. I’d advise all you parents of little ones to enjoy every minute of that porridge smearing beauty. Before you know it they are ten and off at summer camp…
Ten?? Off at summer camp?? Noooooooooooooooooooooo –
[By the way, look! You can download one of these for the kiddles to color in! Thanks to EnchantedLearning.com. Become a supporter and you can even download it in an E-Z fashion!]
Now back to expression of horror over the onward march of time: – ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
I have recently developed an addiction, or at least am on some kind of two-week binge, to parenting blogs. This is primarily your fault, or that of your kids’ absurd cuteness. Anyway, I think I’ve become a fan so I felt it was necessary to take that next step and say Hi. Your not-dad-or-mom parenting gives me so much hope.
Just testing my newfound non-purgatoryness with regards to commentary! Precious souls, the two lil ones. Hope to have one of our own soon.
Even after seeing this post (cute as it is) Amy and I still managed to introduce our little one to rice cereal. She doesn’t yet have quite the, uh, creativity, of your little one, but it was only her first night.
Maybe we should all get together for dinner sometime. I’m thinking it would work best with the kids at your house and the adults at ours.