How many times a day do I use this word? Far too many to count on all my fingers & toes. It applies to so much that I do…especially if I have a camera in my hand. You are nothing if you cannot focus. Period. (I think that statement goes beyond photography.)
My daughter seems to be having a focus problem lately. She eats half of her food and wants to throw the rest on the floor. Then she turns around to watch her doggy & kitty eat her meal. Based on the squeals of delight, it is far more fun to watch a cat eat blueberries than to eat them herself. ::sigh::
This phase is supposed to be messy. This phase is supposed to be messy. This phase is supposed to be messy. (working on accepting this fact, people!)
The high chair seems to get the brunt of the mess & despite my love for this high chair, it has a flaw. I have stopped washing the chairpad daily, and yesterday I noticed that the vibrant colors of her home-made food stains looked sort of beautiful. I spy beets and broccoli and carrots and squash and corn and sweet potato. Real food. How gorgeous is that color?
In case you are wondering, it did wash totally clean. Thank heavens.
