It has been slowly warming up here where we live. We have been venturing out into the sunshine more and more. We’ve even done a few beach walks, but wouldn’t step toe in the water (unless you were my family visiting from Minnesota a few weeks ago–they dove in that water like it was a wading pool. Much to our jacketed shock. “Do you know those people?” “Oh no, what people? Crazy tourists, most likely…”)
Look how long he is.
“Whoa, you got a kindergardener in there.”
“Yeah, I’m enrolling him in the fall.”
“I dare you to.”
“Dare not needed, his name’s on the list.”
We came home that night with campfire smells in our hair, and on sleeping pajama boy, happy and cozy.
Maybe some of you parents out there know what it’s like when your baby started needing more baths, like our Tiny does. We used to bath him once or twice a week, but now The Tiny hides lint in his neck rolls, and dirt under his fingernails (What were you doing baby? Planting a garden?)
Did you start bathing your baby more often once they started to have a few more rolls with critters living in between?