Monday, May 19, 2014

Artistry Fundamentals

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You may not be able to tell by looking at me, but I am not a bum.

I do, in fact, own a washing machine.

I really do put on clean clothes in the morning.

But you would never be able to tell this, based on my appearance.  Especially for those lucky people who see me later in the day.

You see, my baby has a very real talent, much more than my other two did, of making it look like I dribbled a little of my food down my front.  Or sneezed on my shoulder.  Or made a mud pie on my lap.  Or sat in one...

She is very good at sneakily storing food in her cheeks so that after I clean her hands and face, she still manages to spread food on me.  I think it is her way of marking me.  So I don't get lost from her among the forest of big legs that come to play or visit.  Mine are the ones with food all over them.  Easy to see and smell.

At first, I used to go and change, but then I would have so much more laundry, because babies typically go through a few outfits a day.  Add to that the constant changing of my clothes I was doing as well, and the laundry became overwhelming.

Now, baby and I just go all day in our food painted clothes.  We go out in public like that.


I have ceased caring.

I am hoping that she will soon grow out of this habit.  She seems to be getting more sneaky and more determined every day.  But again, my apologies to anyone who sees me at the end of the day because I am a walking edible Jackson Pollock work of art.
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