So far it seems like one of the best parts of parenting is "the firsts." The first smile, sneeze, bath, laugh... all really good stuff. What would be even better if we could discover the first diaper that doesn't leak. We can put a man on the moon but apparently a baby diaper that doesn't blow out and ruin clothes and blankets is too much to ask for.
Last night Connor had his first bath. I was predicting some seriousy crying but he actually didn't even bat an eye. There were several smiling attempts, but I suppose he hasn't mastered the twenty-plus muscles required for that. He usually gets about ten of those muscles to work and pulls off this little Elvis-esque half smile, half sneer.
Bath time was great; Becca and I are ready for round two, maybe tonight. Maybe all these diaper blow outs aren't the worst thing in the world. Just an opportunity for more bath time.
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