Let's see, a Bumbo seat on the table, fire within inches of the infant…can you tell she's a second child? Maybe the recycled "3" from Evyn's last birthday gives it away. Poor second children. They always get the leftovers.
We're trying to be sugar-conscious around here so we opted for sugar-free jello in place of the usual cake. She got her first tooth yesterday. So everything is a chew-toy of sorts.
Evyn instantly got all she's-making-a-mess! on me and promptly whipped out a paper towel. She comes by it honestly. Usually sticky messes give me the icky-grody somebody-please-wipe-that-kid-up willies, too. But this time I just sat back and enjoyed the gooey mess. A kid only turns six months once.