Noodle Night

I seem to retain the oddest of memories. My dad's church has always had Wednesday night suppers. I forget who the poor baby was, but there was a little baby (Cullin I think?) that would get stripped to his diaper every time spaghetti was served. I remember thinking how ridiculous it was to strip a child naked (and in public!!) just so he can eat dinner. I mean, it didn't HAVE to be that messy. They could use a bib. The mom could feed him with a fork, right?
Well that was before I had kids. I would still never strip one down in public, but I'm considering trying it at home. I tried feeding Camille her noodles tonight and she would have none of that. She wanted to do it herself. But she didn't want to simply feed it to herself. She wanted to put it in her mouth, squish it around, find the green things (see below), spit everything out, remove the green things, and then put the bite back in her mouth. The picture really, really does not do her final state justice, but let's just say that she was stripped right there in the kitchen and taken straight to the tub. She even found a way to get noodles in her shoes. Her high chair will never be the same.

Aside - This outfit was from cousin Kendall (23 months) She was wearing it while we were in Nashville over Christmas. It still fit her but was a little short in the legs. It fits Camille (13 months) perfectly. This child is going to be taller than her mother. And yes I know it has cartoon characters on it! I'm trying to grow.