Day 178, 7-31-10

During my LBC (life before Chuck) I know I judged mothers. I remember wondering why kids were allowed out of the house with food on their faces. I mean, really, how hard is it to wipe a kid's face, you know?

I now humbly eat those words. It isn't that I don't wipe his face, I just miss some of it in the few seconds I have before Chuck gets frustrated with Mommy messing with him. I usually don't even notice how messy his face is. Tonight I took Chuck out to play after dinner. I THOUGHT I had wiped his face. The photographs tell a different tale.

Close up, no dirt edited out.

After a little photoshop magic to remove the dirt.