Ok. Y’all are going to laugh at me, I’m pretty sure. There’s this thing about me… that has caused me a lot of ridicule over the last few years, especially with my in-laws. See… the thing is. I don’t like getting/being dirty. I’m an indoors kind of person. I don’t let my fingernails get dirt under them. I hate dealing with things that might get under my fingernails. I don’t like yard work or very many animals. It’s not for everyone and you know what! That’s ok. However… it’s becoming more and more apparent that I’m fixing to have some serious problems. Because… babies are messy. They get stuff everywhere. Every time Aubree eats something, I spend 60% of our time cleaning off her hands and face and 40% of that time actually feeding her. I seriously do NOT foresee me giving her chocolate, ice cream, icing, spaghetti or anything of the messy nature until she’s old enough not to make a mess with it. Seriously. The thought of having to deal with her as such a big mess gives me major anxiety. I look at other people’s kids who are messy and while they’re pretty adorable, seeing THEM gives me anxiety. How am I going to move past this. Poor Aubree is going to end up eating a lot of like… bread and pancakes and plain noodles or something. Why am I such a neurotic woman… Man, my husband is going to get a kick out of this one.