That's my new name... because that's the sound I make at least 4 times a day, when walking around our house- Crunch! No matter where I go or how many times I vacuum, I somehow manage to squash another one of those sneaky little goldfish or cheerios under my foot.
It's pretty obvious to any parent of a toddler that 1+ year olds make messes when they eat. It's not that hard of a concept to grasp. But it can be pretty tough for 2 anal OCD clean freaks to get used to. Especially when we managed to perfectly maneuver each little spoonful of pureed perfection into Niall's little mouth for the last 6 months. I would brag about how it only took 1 single wipe to clean up the whole scene after each meal.
Well, the times, they are a changin. And we better just find a way to get used to it. I'm definitely coping better than Matt, but it's still an uphill battle. Finding a cheerio or goldfish on the ground is one thing- but avocado mashed into the rug and hunks of wet, chunky cottage cheese on the floor is a whole other ball game.
Matt came home last night to quite the scene- Niall was flinging chicken and butternut squash soup covered rice all over the place. He just about had a heart attack. I believe his exact words were: "What's going on here-- Is this some kind of free-for-all??!" To which, I replied, "He's learning to feed himself, Matt. We're just going to have to get over it." He anxiously rubbed his face and hopelessly sighed, "But there's...there's... a piece of chicken on the floor! I don't think this is normal." A piece. A piece of chicken. If only he had walked in 10 minutes earlier.
We have a long way to go, but I have hope. Here's a little example of snack time...
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