. . And On The Eighth Day God Created The Bib.

I have a confession to make, I really didn't understand just how important bibs would be. Before River was born we received tons of bibs! I mean TONS of 'em. I was always happy to receive them. I mean. . it's a gift and who wouldn't be grateful but at some point I remember thinking, "We are never going to need all of these things."

Wow! I was soooo wrong.

Wrong on an EPIC scale.



I sometimes wonder if any of the food actually makes it IN my daughter. She seems to enjoy the entire food experience. The aroma (I have found corn up her nose), the texture (I find noodles under her armpits, green beans behind her ears. . ), and taste.

To whomever invented the bib; I salute you. To everyone who gave us bibs as shower gifts. . If it were up to me, there would be a special place in heaven for you. THANK YOU.





Darn you, Chef Boyardee and your saucy goodness!! Darn you to heck!! Why does my daughter love your ravioli so much?