Owen's First Bath

Owen's first official bath hasn't actually happened yet. So far, Owen has had a few sponge baths. Or what my Grandma Dee used to call cat baths when she would give them to me and my brother. I certainly don't remember them from when I was a baby...but Grandma Dee gave them to us until I was old enough to bath myself! Something about putting us in the bathtub didn't seem like a good plan to her, so we ended up on the bathroom counter, scrubbed clean by her green and pink washcloths until our necks and arms were red! I think maybe red skin meant clean skin in her eyes? I remember how much the soap itched and how cold we would be when she did these. Even still, it's a vivid, happy memory of my Dad's mom I'll never forget. Thanks Grandma Dee for making sure Josh and I stayed clean after playing in your backyard!

That being said...it is no suprise that our son hates them! At least when I remember getting them, I wasn't a fresh two weeks old and hated everything that happened to me b/c it made me cold and wet! Regardless of his strong dislike for them, Jer and I had to capture the moment with photos...and despite his crying, we got some adorable pictures! I promise Owen, baths will get better. One day I won't be suprised if you go streaking through the house after your baths. Oh the fun times we're going to have buddy!