A long overdue swim in the sink

Something smells. Kind of a cross between greasy been-touched-by-lotsa-kid-hands hair, sour milk trapped under the chin, and baby bum.
Time to go swimming.



I must be getting better at this, because he seems very relaxed through the whole thing.



This isn't "baby's first bath", but this is the first one to be documented by the 7 year old (hence the short person perspective.)



Excuse the "personal pieces" in the picture. I gave orders to the photographer not to get them in the shot, but one out of 10 isn't bad.



Next time we'll work on our backstroke.



I was kinda worried he wouldn't fit in the sink, but I remembered rinsing the 13 pound turkey on Sunday, so he's got at least another month to bathe in the kitchen.