Tuesday, March 29, 2011

My First Bath




Because the brown raisin finally fell off, Mom and Dad decided it was time to stop with the "sponge" baths (I don't know why they call it "sponge" because they never used one) and move on to regular baths. They used the SINK! The side with THE GARBAGE DISPOSAL! I'm glad it decided to stay off because this may have been my tiny little watery grave...you can tell above that I'm quite fearful of the monster beneath me.


(Grandma says I look like an Ethiopian. I assure you, I am not hungry. ha.)

After about a minute, I realize that it's really not all that bad. Kind of warm and soothing, actually.



Once they washed all of my parts, it was time to dry off and lube up so my skin stays nice and baby soft. Above, you see me in my hooded towel, brought to us by Aunt Andrea.



And, here I am, squeaky clean, pleading with Dad to either dress me or put me back under the warm water because it's coooooooooldddddddd dd dd dd <---that's my teeth chattering there, in case you didn't know.

All in all, the bath wasn't awful. I can't wait until I'm able to sit up and splash. I understand this is quite fun.

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