Monday, March 23, 2009
When your back is turned loading the dishwasher, and your almost 2-year old keeps saying from his high chair, "Mama, eyes. Mama, eyes," you really shouldn't just keep responding "mmmm" and continuing what you are doing without looking over at the said almost 2-year old. (In my defense, Simon says about a trillion times a day, "Mama, fill-in-the-blanks-of-whatever-he-wants-me-to-look-at.") So it serves me right that when I finally turned around, Simon had decorated his entire face and a good portion of his hair with ketchup. If only the digital camera hadn't been upstairs and the fact that even the smell of that much ketchup makes me queasy (I am not a ketchup fan at all!), I could have shared his red loveliness with all of you.