So many crumbs in my life.

I feel like there's always a layer of crumbs on my feet. Like always. We have "hardwood" floors downstairs and we did have a big rug in our front room but it was looking severely stained and not the original color, so we threw it out awhile ago. I did like having it because it was softer for all of Jackson's bonks, but he's steadier now. Plus I'm pretty sure the germs from the rug would hurt him more.

But now, it's like all I do is walk on crumbs. I honestly sweep my entire downstairs (my house is small, so it takes 2 minutes), at least twice a day. I've also been lysol-wiping the main traffic areas almost every day. And yet, here I am with crumby feet.

Yesterday, I was trying to cook dinner with Jackson on my hip and I stepped on a leftover potato from lunch, all mushy and in between my toes. Then last night, I sit down at our table and what is waiting for me, but an old banana from that morning's breakfast. Again, all mushy and in between my toes.

What's the moral of the story? Whitney, put on socks or slippers. Jackson, sit in your high chair. 

But then, he makes this face and I think, you can do whatever you want. You're perfect. Go ahead, have a chocolate chip cookie for breakfast. You don't want to wear clothes? Well, of course. You never have to wear clothes again.

 Father's Day matching ties. Yes, my boys are adorable.