"Who said I'm a mess?"

Now that we're entering the messy stage, she gets baths more often than usual. If only I had a shower that I could just pull down from the cieling whenever I needed to spray off the peach juice and the spaghetti-o's sauce from her face, neck, arms, oh...and even sometimes legs.

Yes...that's a piece of corn on her head that you see. No, we didn't put it there. She's figured out how to throw food...a behavior we're working on correcting.