Yesterday morning Isaac was so cute and messy at breakfast, that I took pictures and put this together right away. This breakfast clean-up battle happens pretty much every other day. First, he reaches impressive states of messiness. Then complains about getting cleaned up. Then we strip him at the table because I don’t want yogurt (or oatmeal, this happens with oatmeal too) all over the place. And the stripping makes him cry and cry until he has a clean shirt on and is released to play trains.
And that is the repeating cycle of messy breakfasts. Now forever logged in the Rice Family Albums. ;)
And…Chuck, that close up is for you. ;)