Dirty Shirts

Ana is breaking me in for the upcoming months/years of spit up, food covered shirts. She has really taken to her new sister and brother - at least in the non-crying, leaving her toys alone form that they are currently in. She talks to them in the morning and kisses them goodnight. All very sweet.

The one bit of attention that I could do without, though, is the feeding of the babies. She will hold a bit of her food up to my stomach and say, Here you go, babies. I will share my food with you! Apparently if you hold the food directly on the fabric of my shirts, it somehow gets through to the babies. They have had Chik-fil-A nuggets, a spoonful of cereal, a sip from a straw, sandwich, crackers, grapes, and my personal favorite - a bite of vanilla ice cream cone.

Thanks, Ana Banana.