These pictures were taken 2 weeks ago (we may all be filthy as of late, but we didn’t wait a month to bathe our daughter, I promise) when we gave Paige her first bath. She wasn’t a big fan of the experience, but she has since warmed up to the idea a bit more. Now if I can just get myself healed to the point where I can bathe her on my own (sitting on the side of the tub still hurts and my knees are a casualty of heredity so that option’s out as well) she’ll get to do this much more regularly. For now we have to wait until Dad or Gran are free for help or make do with a sponge bath. She hasn’t told me that this bothers her yet, so I’m just going to go with it for now. Anyway, on with the pictures.
Getting ready to wake the sleeping giant:
She was out cold:
Never wake a sleeping baby…
If only her ability to sleep this deeply would stay with her…
When she goes into “fight the power” mode you know it’s about to be on:
Double time:
“Mama, why would you let him do this to me?”:
“If I can just keep my fist in this spot, he won’t be able to make a move, right…?”
As close to a smile as we got:
“Really, Mama? Seriously?”
Holding on to her fist theory for dear life, despite its results:
Party’s over:
“Oh, Mama! Are you finally here to rescue me?”
Shot One:
Shot Two:
“And this finger is for both of you for putting me through this experience…”
Post-trauma soothing time with Dad:
Finally, some food:
I’d love to post more, but one child needs to get up from a nap and the other is deploying poop missiles in her carseat…
She looks much calmer now in the tub. I guess the initial shock is over.
Someday you won’t be able to get her out of the bath! She is really, really cute!