I love Goldfish, but not because they taste good. No, they are actually quite disgusting. There’s nothing better than powdered imitation cheese flavor on a crispy wafer. I still buy them for Anna, though. She loves them. She eats them. And when your child will only eat a handful of things, you do what you’ve gotta do (I’m sure moms of picky eaters will agree). Plus, they’re portable. Running to Target? Get a bag of Goldfish to keep Anna amused. Going out to eat? Throw some fish on her mat, she’ll be entertained for at least 3 minutes. Need a quick snack to keep a gnarly toddler entertained while you’re cooking dinner (ahem, throwing dinner in the microwave)? Fill a snack bowl with Goldfish. So, yes, I love Goldfish.
There are times, however, where my love for Goldfish wanes. Take last night, for example. My child wouldn’t eat the lasagna that Stouffer’s so lovingly toiled over, so I gave her the bag of Goldfish to snack on while I put on my thinking cap to try to figure out what to feed this picky little girl. I hadn’t been out of the room longer than, say, 1 minute, when I came back in to this monstrosity. Goldfish, goldfish, goldfish everywhere! Anna decided to open the Goldfish bag and sprinkle the fish love all around my living room. It was a Goodfish Gone Wild moment in my house, and of course I had to capture it all on camera!
And let me be the first to apologize for my child’s lack of pants. I just realized this as I was posting these pictures. You see, when she stays home with dad, he can’t be bothered with putting pants back on her after diaper changes.
So, there ya have it – a little look into my imperfect and crazy life.