This morning I moved the high chair to the other end of the dining table so I could put down a blanket for my precious child to play on. And then I proceeded to feed her breakfast.
"Feed her" is overstating things. I "gave" her breakfast.
I washed and peeled the apple, I shredded the apple. I washed and sliced up some figs to go with the apple. I put some yogurt on top of all of it. I pulled up my pajama shorts umpteen times when she pants'ed my while doing it, and I didn't cut my hand, or even my fingernail, once from the shock.
And then I put her in the chair with the tray and she did the actual feeding. You might not think yogurt is a finger food, but you haven't seen how my baby feels about other people trying to put food in her mouth. (She's thumbs down on that.)
Anyway, the positioning of the high chair was a terrible miscalculation.
So, soon we will discover how well yogurt comes off of microfiber.
In other news, the dog won't eat spinach, cooked or raw. Weird. She loves kale and chard. But not spinach apparently.
So, now we know just exactly how helpful she really is at meal time. There's spinach approximately everywhere in the kitchen and the dining room and the back of the couch. It's not just the baby's mess. The part in the kitchen is 100% me, for starters.
Also, I burnt my eyelid while cooking. Too much oil. Too hot. Something. Dropped the cheese in the pan and bubble bubble splat. Small favors, I did get my eye shut before it hit me. It smarts though.
I'm not actually as senseless as you might believe based on everything written above, so the baby was safely in her play pen when this happened. She can run around the kitchen pulling down my pants while I shred an apple, but not when I'm pan frying some cheese.
My husband won't be home for another half hour or so and there's no way I am going to keep this baby entertained in her high chair that long. So, now my damned burnt eyelid and I need to come up with a plan of attack for this mess...