Wednesday, July 22, 2009

3 Baths

10 am: Suntan Oil - I found Reagan with Jill's swimsuit bottom wrapped around his neck and arms, rubbing oil on his legs, tummy, toes and, of course, the floor.

2 pm: Blowout - thanks heavens Jordan was on duty for this one.

7 pm: Dinner - pasta sauce, black beans, hamburger. In his hair, smeared over his stomach, even tucked into the folds of his diaper.

Perhaps this is all a ploy to get in the bath more often. If so, it's working.

1 comment:

  1. I'm telling you the other day he looked at me, dumped his bowl of his oatmeal on his head, smiled, and then said bath. The only thing he doesn't make a mess of are freezies. sheesh.