Laowai

Will someone please tell me that this is the messiest stage she’ll go through. She’s at a point where she’s learning to use her fork and spoon – and I want to encourage that, but good gracious, I don’t think I can handle much more yucky like this. It takes me forever to wipe her down after meals, trying to keep her clothes stain-free is futile, and no matter what I do little bits of gross remain and end up slowly dingy-fying the couch and anything else she comes in contact with. Occasionally if she gets her hands really dirty outside I’ll fill the sink with soapy water and let her wash her own hands. It gets the dirt out from under her nails, but I’m just left with another kind of mess.

Christine’s “little” Tyler is turning twelve this week. Please tell me you don’t deal with this magnitude of mess several times a day at age twelve. And if there is some special twelve-year old type of mess that I don’t know about – please don’t tell me about it. I’m going for the ignorance is bliss feeling. 

Happy Birthday Tyler.