Well, God has to have a sense of humor, and if he does, he must be rolling with laughter right about now. He matched us well when he put the two of us together, but Miss T is about to break our rules and our sterile spirits. Tonight, we let Miss T feed her dinner to herself!
Gasp! I know! All of you must be in the same panic we were! OK, maybe you weren't, but we were absolutely twitching. Let it be clear that this was done with the premeditated plan of dropping her in the tub as soon as she was done and we conducted this torture treatment (to us, not her) in the dining room at Grammy's house. Dinner consisted of roast beef, mashed potatoes and butternut squash.
This was about half way into our meal. Hubs and I are nearly losing it by this point! Take a closer look at those hands, they are filled with potatoes and squash. Miss T is quite simply enjoying her handy little lollipop as she brings the fistful of mashed goodness back and forth between her mouth and the tray.
We knew she was done when she started painting her tray. It was lovely. The girl has a natural talent for texture and color. Once I saw those hands wandering near her head/hair, dinner time was officially over. The good news is that my darling husband and I survived without hyperventilating or collapsing into the fetal position on the floor while rocking and repeating the soothing mantra "Lysol and bleach, Lysol and bleach". Miss T thoroughly enjoyed her meal and the ensuing bath (complete with new squirting bath toys). It was quite the exciting evening and probably one of many to come. That poor little girl is just going to have to live in the tub I think. I'm having visions of installing a garbage disposal into our bath tub and giving her meals in there (thanks Seinfeld)!
Here are more of my favorite pictures:
Just look at those hands!
I want to eat those cheeks!
Eyes that melt my heart!