For the last few months, Nyla has afforded us some very successful and clean feedings. She would politely sit in her high chair, take the whole spoon in her mouth, and polish off her food without so much as a drop of food anywhere.
"Hey Paul, I bet she doesn't even need a bib. She's so good when she eats."
Words of destruction.
For the last week or so, our eating child has been replaced by a overzealous, ravenous animal who flails her arms and sways back and forth and tilts her head into her food. This is our child. It is not uncommon for her to have food in her hair because she has put her hands into the food and then her hair. Hm.
She's real sneaky about getting dirty, too. First she'll start the eating by being calm and collected. Then Frankenstein comes out and she swats at the spoon and dives over for the bowl. She laughs uncontrollably while food is showering out of her mouth. It's such a special time when I get to remove Nyla from her chair and I notice that she has spit food down into her lap. Lovely.
I guess I better find those bibs again.
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