We were takin’ a bath.
Mom, Grip and I spent Christmas day at Grandpa John’s house. He has a large jacuzzi-style tub, so the three of us got in to take a bath together. I don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say that it was the funnest thing I’ve ever done. If anyone ever has a chance to bathe with a naked, wriggling, excited four month old, they should jump at it. His eyes were wide as saucers the whole time. He didn’t look happy, per se, so much as intent on absorbing as much information as possible, like a little supercomputer. It was exhausting for him and he slept like a rock that night. I wish I could have taken some pictures, but for reasons she says are “obvious,” Mom wouldn’t let me.