This Says It All

My bib of choice these days says 'born to be spoiled, credit cards accepted'.

Here is my standard sad face when Daddy flies away. Scottsdale this time. This picture is for you Ms. Abby!

I can hold the spoon myself, thank you very much. I just don't know exactly what to do with it.

You hold the bowl and get the washcloth ready. This is going to be a messy ride.

Encyclopedia Brown would notice that I'm wearing short sleeves. This is because Mommy is too lazy to change me after every meal. She prefers to spray me down with the kitchen sink hose and towel dry me off rather than trek all the way upstairs for a new outfit. This after the four outfits in one day escapade earlier this week.