Uh-Oh, Spaghettio's

Inspired, perhaps by a recent post by Sheri D, in which she posed that sometimes you just have to deal with the mess, smile, and let your kids be kids, I decided to let Norah have her first taste of Spaghettio's yesterday.

I submit you to, for your entertainment, "The Evolution of the Spaghettio-Induced Coma".

Disclaimer: If photos of messy-faced children gross you out and are in no way humorous, cute, or reminiscent of your own children/grandchildren, this post may be of no interest to you.

Phase One: Pure Bliss (as pictured above) This is the stage in which our subject gets her first taste of tomato-ey goodness. So good, perhaps, that she makes the decision to forgo the use of a spoon for the much less efficient, albeit more "hands on" method of hand-scooping.

Phase Two: Eyelids Droopy-ous. This is the stage in which our subject begins to question the prudence of that last scoop of Spaghettio's. A futile attempt to cleanse the hands is made, but to no avail, as our subject already begins to show signs of crankiness and exhaustion brought on by the ingestion of far too much sodium-rich, tomato-paste product in far too short a period of time.


Phase Three: The Peaceful Slumber. Our subject succumbs to complete and total fatigue, giving way to a sleep so deep, it defies all necessity for cleanliness or comfort.






Phase Four: The Babe Rouses. In this phase, our subject either A) Hears a loud noise, B) Realizes the discomfort of sleeping in a sea of tomato paste, or C) Is awakened by her mother, who needs to leave the house and cannot do so whilst the child remains fettered to her sticky, orange chair. Regardless of how transition to phase four is attained, the subject will likely show signs of confusion.






Phase Five: Epilogue. By this point, the subject has regained consciousness and at least some semblance of where she is. She is somewhat more cooperative and willing to be cleaned, but may let out a series of fierce stretches, without warning. This is also the stage in which the subject's mother may determine that Spaghettio's, while fun for a season, are perhaps a treat best reserved for rare occasions, or at least until the subject can hold a spoon more steadily.