Got Milk?

Remind me to never turn my back on Baby Bella while she has the sippy cup in the stroller.

I turn my head for 30 seconds to have a conversation and she is pouring milk into her mouth and spitting it out over her bottom lip - laughing as it runs down onto her chin, neck, chest, and sun dress.

Thirty minutes later the dress has dried in the sun and Baby Bella smells like soured milk. To make matters worse, I have to return home to hear Mommy exclaim: "why does my daughter look like a rag-a-muffin' and smell like a school cafeteria"?

Hmm, some days.