I took this picture because I thought for one fleeting second that this was cute. I had no idea that Brody would never experience any sort of relaxing bathtime that didn't look like this. Ever. Unless I wait until late at night. After the other two have gone to sleep. And even then, I am usually multi-tasking. I actually had Brody in the bathtub last night, and I was shaving my legs with a razor and lotion while standing in front of him. I felt bad because when Cameron was a baby, I would spend hours loving pouring water over her belly, singing, talking, wasting the day. When Tucker was little, I would still take the time because I could put Cameron in the big tub beside us, and she was content to play with her toys in the bubble bath while I lovingly wasted the time on Tucker. With Brody, he's an every other day bath baby, and even then I smell him to see if he even really needs one. He has bathtime helpers (Cameron and Tucker)who scare the hell out of me, so his baths either a) last 35 seconds, just long enough to wash the puke off of his body but not long enough for anyone to accidentally drowned him or b) last longer, but only because he is quiet and I can stand and shave my legs or clean the sink while he is soaking. I feel guilty, but my legs are completely shaved for the first time in a month, and that has to count for something. And I figure in the long run, if I hide the scrapbooks, he'll never know what he's missing by being the third baby.
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