How does this even happen?

Dirty children used to be one of my pet peeves. I always told myself I would never let my own get that way. Don't get me wrong, I thought there was a time in a place to play in the dirt, but generally I really found the sticky fingers, crusty faces, and gunky noses to be kind of annoying. And the sight of moms trying to improvise bathtime with the old lick-her-fingers-and-wipe-down-their-face? Disgusting. All those germs...ick!

God has quite the sense of humor, doesn't he?

uh, I think I may need a napkin.

How does this even happen? I left him in his clothes because I just knew that this would be the one time that I would be successful at keeping him somewhat clean. I start off every feeding with that hope, and I still don't understand why it's somehow impossible. But Harrison always wins...

Let's go ahead and get the fingers in on the action.

Make sure we get the hands nice and good.

I don't think my shirt is dirty enough.

Can't forget about the ears and hair!

Hmmm. Seems like I'm forgetting something.

 Oh yeah. Your turn!

Anybody have a straight jacket that I could borrow? Please?

 I've been given quite a bit of perspective on the subject of dirt and filth and children over the course of the last 9 months. It's pretty hard to be a snob about it all when I think there's a good chance that mine would take the medal for most disgusting. I even have to admit that I've resorted to the finger-lick-down method numerous times myself *shudder*. And even though I still find all of it fairly revolting (all those germs!), I just can't help but to be in love with those sticky fingers and crusty face and gunky nose.