It's amazing how much you miss the simple pleasures of life when you are on vacation. It was such a nice break, especially on the sleep end of things, but I missed bathing my babies. Tonight I gushed over Joseph as he quietly played and splashed in the tub. When the water became cool I pulled the plug and snuggled him up in one of Gramma's white towels. He smelled so good and I couldn't get enough of kissing those chubby cheeks of his.
These pictures remind me of something that happened a couple of weeks ago. It was one of those funny moments in motherhood that I might want to remember and laugh about later. It all began when I heard Joseph cry in his crib just as I was getting ready for bed. I slowly pushed open his cracked door and picked him up only to discover he was pretty smelly. Everyone else was asleep, so I quietly opened the closet and grabbed a diaper. We crept down the stairs and into the bathroom to change him. Just as I got his bottom all cleaned up, I realized that I grabbed a swim diaper instead of a real diaper. Joe was still half asleep, eyes closed, humming to himself and blowing spit bubbles. I figured I could run up stairs and make the switch before he moved. I came downstairs to discover him sitting, grinning, in a puddle on the floor. Before I could grab him he crawled towards the door through it all. Yuck. I completely stripped him down and ran a quick bath in the sink to rinse him off. Then I had to dry him and go upstairs to find some new jammies. It was quite the ordeal for eleven at night. But still funny.
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