In a mystical congruence of events, Ilse has taken her first bath. Surely she's bathed before, you say. Well, if you're asking if I've washed her, of course. I wipe her down regularly. But immerse her lower half in a vat of standing water? She has found that most disagreeable. Ear-piercing shrieks the entire time her toes are in the water, ceasing only when she'll been pulled out and toweled off -disagreeable.
|She slept through her actual "first bath."|
|Sure she's happy, now that's she's OUT of the tub.|
|The first time I'd successfully washed her hair without her crying (first of now three times! Whoo-hoo!)|
|My sweet (and, sure, slightly dirty) babe.|