Go Figure

I can't figure this little girl out! Every time we feed her she purposely smears food on her glasses then she laughs. I don't get it, but she gets a big kick out of it. {and check me out being such a good mom giving Oreos without a bib.}
Just a note for the record. . . .been having a lot of problems with Greta's glasses. I had them adjusted last Friday at the Orem Moran center. The optician, as sweet as she was, obviously hasn't adjusted many baby glasses. She had me take them off and put them back on instead of her doing it and the adjustment while an improvement from what it was was not very good. So on Tuesday I took Greta to SLC to see Ellen the pediatric optician (she only works T & Th, which is a bit of a pain) and in minutes she had the pollies fitting so much better. I've found that the better they fit, the better she leaves them on. Well that night, she yanked them off when she was tired and bent them again. I wanted to cry. I tried to push the temple back into place, but whatever I did was not good. Now the nose piece jams into her skin and looks very uncomfortable. Getting back to SLC on Thursday just wasn't going to happen. Now I have to wait until Tuesday. . . and with my Christmas lists still being long, I just don't know how I'm going to fit it in. I need to learn some glasses-adjustment skills!