Squeaky Clean

Bare babies are so cute! I like taking a bathing picture every now and then to document the cute little chubs growing. Looking at these pictures made me wonder why we go to such lengths to cover certain private places with a washcloth, when the ultrasound pictures I posted back when I was prego had an arrow pointing to that same place!

For the record, our sink is a very weird shape and depth. Our counters are low. We don’t have any special baby bathing equipment (that’s a towel behind Rose’s head). So giving  Rose a bath is kind of tricky. It’s getting easier now that she’s less floppy. In fact, she’s almost too stiff!

Trying not to drop a wet baby.

Rose never takes her eyes off of the water when I wash her with the sprayer hose thingy. Doesn’t she have a cute little belly? I wish I could look that cute with a round chubby belly!

Jay can get dirty in 5 seconds flat! I looked out into our barren back yard the other day to find him LAYING in the dirt! It looked like he was either giving the yard a big hug or taking a nap. He came in coated in dirt. Little boys are so much fun!

I eat one marshmallow Peep per year. I don’t really like them, but they are so goofy and blobby and unique that I just have to get a package every year, and eat ONE. This is our Eastery kiss: squeaky clean, unless you count the yellow sugar that was all over our faces after we took this picture!

I love how limp and relaxed sleeping babies are! I sometimes use a blanket wadded up to support my arm while holding Rose. One day, the timer beeped, and I had to quickly go take the bread out of the oven, so I just scooped Rose onto the floor, crumpled blanket and all. She just kind of melted around it.

All of those toys are Jay’s, except for that little pink striped doll draped on the floor—she’s mine!