The baby loves a little bread with jam. Who doesn't? The Von Trapp kids sang about it ("Ti/Tea, a drink with jam and bread), Frances loved her bread and jam, and when it's homemade with berries from the farmer's market... well. Hard to argue.
However, this love combined with the exploration of gravity leaves me looking like Cinderella on a daily basis. Scrubbing spots of strawberry stickiness from the floor on my hands and knees.
And I thought a rug would be nice under the dining room table. Ha ha ha.
I am eagerly awaiting the arrival of my own personal Fairy Godmother.
