I love the fishes ‘cause they’re so delicious.

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!

See the orange bits on the floor?  Yep, Goldfish.  

Aww, how sweet, she wants to share.  

If it looks like she’s screaming in this picture, that’s because she is.  She thinks it’s hilarious.  We secretly did, too. 

Here she proudly stands next to the rest of the evidence. 

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.