The Oatmeal Dilemma

Lia has developed a love of oatmeal. I think she's probably always had it. I have just avoided offering it up until now since it always makes for a challenging way to start the day. See, Lia has mastered one character trait, independence, while still working on hand-eye coordination. This mean the kitchen gets an oatmeal bath every morning.

Now many of you may be wondering why I don't put into use one of those luxuries afforded to mothers of this generation. Surely, there's something that can be done to cut down on the mess. Perhaps. It's just that my sure-minded, strong-willed little beauty has her own opinion regarding such accessories:

High chair? Infantile.

Bib? Insulting.


Spoon-assistance? Please.


She may be the baby of the family according to her birth certificate but she is anything but a baby in attitude. When her day starts, she has chores to do, dolls to take care of, and siblings to order around.

And if she needs a bowl of oatmeal in the morning to get going, well I guess that's OK with me.