Now that Elise can feed herself the kitchen table and floor are disastrous. Pretty much at all times. However, I will happily take the messy, sticky floor and table ...and child, because it is almost as great as having a babysitter. I can sit her in her little chair, give her a peach, a pear, or a bagel and she will stuff her face and sit quietly for almost forever.
Life is glorious. Until I have to clean up the mess and try to get the stains out of her clothes. Then it gets a little "sticky".
Robbie gets a little jealous about Elise getting photographed now that she does interesting things so I tossed in a pic of him looking happy at the breakfast table too (and playing the fishing game, which by the way was the best $4 investment I've ever made).