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Below is our darling first-born following a dinner of angel hair and marinara. It should be noted that just a few hours before this meal, Rob and I had scrubbed the floors and spent most of the day cleaning. (Why I decided on spaghetti for dinner, I still can't recall.) Because we let Noah go "half-neki" from the waste-down (for potty-training purposes) when we are at home lately, I just decided to remove his white t-shirt for dinner. Smart, no? So, he ate his dinner in the buff. When he was finished, he was so filthy (his legs actually had noodles stuck all over them), I decided I'd give him a shower in the downstairs bath (trying to avoid him walking on any carpet, since the bath is only about 15 feet from the table). He got about half-way there, realized how much spaghetti he had stuck all over his body, and started shaking to get it off. Picture a wet dog shaking after getting a bath. Spaghetti went flying off our little one, sticking to the floors, cabinets, chairs, you name it! Nothing like scrubbing the floors twice in one day!