Weekly Wednesday in the rubba dub tub

He thinks it is funny to try to stand up in the tub! Mommy was not impressed.

We tried to do a swirly...this is what we got.

No matter how many times you take away the wash cloth, he always gets it back and insists on sucking the water out of it! YUCK!

And this was all we could do with the "head full of hair" that this one has!

Cheesey McSmiley!

On a side note...I really wish babies understood that if they would be still for 7.3 seconds, they could be dried, diapered, dressed and on their merry way. BUT...instead, you wrestle with them for a full 12 minutes trying to get them dried, chased down, attempt to diaper them, chase them, flip them back over, chase them, attempt the diapering once more, flip them, chase them, finally say to heck with it and hope that both cheeks are tucked in, chase them, fight them to get their pants on them, flip them, get their pants on, finally, get their shirt on, get their shirt back on, chase them, attempt to button the shirt to the pants, chase them...you get the picture! I am completely worn out!

Ramblings...

Happy April Fools to you all! And I should give a quick Happy Birthday to my nephew "K" as well, now let me tell you, that is the perfect child to be born on April 1st if there ever was one.

Well, except maybe for this guy (but today is not his birthday). I don't think it is anyway. Ok, so here's the story about that. I read the Riggs Family Blog regularly, it is Abby's family blog, the little girl with Leukemia. So imagine my surprise when I logged on this morning to see how things were going at the Riggs house...I see a suspension notice that loads almost immediately saying that the blog had been suspended for illegal happenings...WHAT? So, I click and read on and there is a photo of Brent, the dad in the back of a police car, you read on and there is a survey...should the blog be permanently suspended...WHAT? By now I am wondering just what kind of family blog I have been associating myself with all these months...well, needless to say, it was too early in the morning for me to even know what the date was, much less figure out that it was April Fools Day...and it had been years since I had had any sort of a prank pulled on me. HAHA....you got me!

Now you really should go and check it out for yourself. Seems like someone has too much time on his hands. When we are all sleeping soundly in our beds at night, this crazy man is thinking of ways to make our heart stop!

On to other news, I took Sour Apple to the doctor today. He has horrible poison oak all over his lower half. When we were there, we discovered that his top half was covered as well. They ended up giving him 2 shots, thank GOD!! I was about to kill him. All the scratching, fidgeting and such was driving me nuts. I know he was in misery but the kid was driving me totally insane with all of it! Too close of quarters while waiting I guess. But the shots seemed to have done the trick to getting us on the right path. They still look horrible but he said they do not itch near as bad as they had before. Poor guy.

Tonight he had a nice long bath in Aveeno oatmeal then was lathered up with all sorts of goodies we picked up earlier. Hopefully he will be better soon. Especially since Mommy is highly allergic to the stuff. He has already been threatened within an inch of his life if he touches me, is that bad parenting? Nah...

Looks like another one of the kids is truly mine...all mine!

Well...it's official. Yep, I have a fit thrower on my hands. Looks like I have to claim another child's personality traits.

Tonight I was in the tub with Tutti-Frutti for a quick bath and he grabbed the soapy washcloth and was going to town sucking on it. So...bad mother that I am (bathwater never killed anyone, right?) I just let him keep it until it was time for him to get out.

When I was finished bathing and rinsing him, I called for Daddy to come and get him. Daddy arrived, warm towel in hand and I proceeded to try and take the washcloth from the little clutches of the sweet, calm, laid back baby. OMG!!! What happened to my sweet, calm, laid back baby?!? He started with a little grunt, letting me know he was not having any part of me reclaiming the cloth. I tugged a little harder trying to take it, he started wailing, holding his breath, turning red, couldn't catch his breath, all while still holding on to the cloth for dear life. You would have thought I had killed him as much noise as he was making. Needless to say, I have ruined his poor little 7 month old life. Oh well, life goes on. So indeed...I have another child, one who is truly all mine.

I'm just sayin'...

You know it's the motherload of blowouts when you both need a bath after...I'm just sayin'. I will spare you pics of me during cleanup and recovery.But this one sure cleans up nicely.

Then we eat our toes...