more than words

my entire house is littered with sticky pieces of granola bar. pieces tiny enough that you don't notice them until they are stuck to your sock. i've been picking them out of the carpet and frequently changing my socks for the last few days. 


the thing is, mr.cheeks has found a way to tell me that he wants a snack: he brings me a granola bar from the pantry. this happens several times a day. he only actually gets to eat one, but that doesn't stop him from getting them out. it's the only food within his reach that is also easy for him to lift (the massive tub of animal cookies from costco is just a little too heavy). good thing he can't open them himself yet. i offer him other snacks, but he likes them so much that he often refuses to eat anything else. 


i unwittingly made the mistake of letting him wander around the house with a fistful of one. it's amazing how little granola bar you actually need to make a ginormous mess.


kind of like how one measly chocolate chip can cover a baby's entire face.


there are chocolate chips in the granola bars.


now imagine how much cleaning up i've been doing when mr.cheeks eats one of these granola bars every day. 


gotta find a new place for those things.