I hope you'll forgive me this crafty break, but sometimes I feel like sharing something other than cards :)
This is the anatomy of a lunch-hour with miss Maia, age 20 months.
What'll it be today, Maia? A peanut-butter sandwich (she's very vocal and determined to get what she wants. On little things like what to eat for lunch and what to wear for the day, I'm already indulging her.)
A customary inspection of the meal usually ensues.
Pouring water on her food. It also usually comes to this.
The now soggy sandwich no longer looks very appetizing.
The feet. At the beginning of lunch, the feet are both dangling. But, inevitably when the food becomes boring, one foot disappears from its proper position...
And finds itself here. The peanut-butter sandwich takes a distant second place to looking for toe-lint. So gross.
How'd you like me now.
and the sandwich? all over the floor. start the lunch-time dance all over, mom.
nobody said it would be easy all the time, but nobody prepared me for how hilarious it can be, either.
be back with some cards later today, promise.