Bathtime Fun

Paige had her first bath the other day. It had been about 3 weeks since her last bath (she's 3 weeks old), so we figured it was about time. Plus we had just gotten a new baby tub and loads of baby bath accessories, so this bath was more for us than for Paige.

All said and done it was fairly uneventful. There was some crying and protesting at first, but I quickly calmed down after Molly told me Paige was the one getting the bath. She actually did pretty well, although I suppose it's just a bath and the bar is set pretty low. Still, we were proud of our little girl and consider this small success a big accomplishment. Paige is clean, we got to use our new bath toys, and we're one experience closer to becoming pros at this whole parenting thing. Plus, we were able to take lots of naked baby pictures to use as blackmail for those teenage years.

During her bath I noticed something odd about the way I was acting. Apparently when I talk to a baby (which is odd enough in itself) I feel the need to ask really obvious questions and repeat myself. A lot. I will also answer for her any question I ask. Then I will repeat that. So I'll sound something like this:

"Are you taking a bath? Huh? Are you taking a bath? Yeah, you're taking a bath, aren't you?"

With each repeating quesion I raise the pitch of my voice. I do not know why.

If Paige can understand what I'm saying, she must think she has a lunatic for a father. While this may in fact be true, I'd like my lunacy to be based on something a little more interesting than a tendency to repeat stupid questions and answer them. Something like buying a new power mower to cut less than 0.04 acres of grass for example.

Pictures have been updated...

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