Barron of Blog Wife, Libby, and the Pursuit of Happiness

Don’t Cry over Spilled Milk

Today I was eating lunch in the kitchen and had Libby with me in her Bumbo. She was watching intently as I showed her food and then made it "disappear" into my mouth.

Libby spit up a bit on her legs, so I lifted her out of the seat to clean up. As her little legs passed by my glass of milk she gave a swift kick, sending milk flying across the kitchen spraying most of the floor and cabinets.

I quickly put her back and started cleaning up, but then couldn't stop laughing at the face she was making as she surveyed the mess - it looks like she's saying "Did I do that?!":