The Thing

Every parent has their "thing". There are so many reasons to be completely neurotic with our little ones (germs, kidnapping, falling, tripping, vaccines, trans fats, detergents, sunburns, perfumes, too much TV, too much stimulus, too little, teaching the too early, too late. . .etc.) that we all have to let a few of them slide if we are expected to stay sane. The downside is, while we all let some of the intensity slide on some of these dangers we all pick a few of them to be our "thing" about which we focus our efforts of protection. One of my "things" is food dyes. I don't even know exactly how I got on this, besides all the research that tells you they are cancer causing among other things. So I don't buy stuff with dyes in them. It is just my "thing". Don't get any ideas that we are super health freaks. We are not. I think for lunch Lily had fig Newmans and corn chips. I digress. The reason I tell you this is the following picture. I love it so much because it looks like I gave Lily a bottle of red food coloring, or painted her to look like Bozo the Clown. The red face, hands etc. is really a result of these freeze dried raspberries that Lily LOVES. They are just raspberries, that's it. But boy do they make a mess. And yes, yes that is a bone colored couch she is sitting on. In my defense, she was sick and I felt sorry for her. Also my couch has a slip cover that is machine washable.