Entry for 20th July, 2008

My Significant Other and I have been shopping for some wooden flooring for the kitchen. We are doing this, not because we love the look of natural flooring. but in the interests of hygiene. The Round Faced Boy, you see, has developed a nightly habit of dropping his dinner from the high chair to the carpet below whilst happily announcing to the world: "All done." He then beams proudly at the little pile of spagghetti bolognese/strawberry yoghurt/kellog's frosties on the floor below. Sometimes, he even gives it a little wave.
You have no idea how proud I am.
As a result there is now a little zone around his chair stained with the debris of a hundred meals. It is like a Jackson Pollok painting. Except a bit smellier. And a bit more atractive to rodents.
So. We are resolved to buy something that is more easily cleaned. Now that I am a parent, everything in my life would appear to rewuire to be "wipe clean". When I shop for anything, the most important requirement is no longer its aesthetic beauty, or its functionality Instead, all that matters now is: "Will it come up glreaming after a rub down with a wet flannel?"