You can tell I’ve matured as a parent because I remembered to take photos before I cleaned up the mess. (Not that I’d have waited if she’d gotten into, say, the kitchen trash.) Come to think of it, last night I was thinking I wanted to take photos of Hazel soon since it had been a while. This wasn’t quite the type of photo I was imagining, though.
P.S. I realized the above photos would lend themselves to a little game of I Spy:
I spy a name in macaroni that’s pretty
I spy a fat syringe, and a tiny white kitty