Suffice it to say, this hasn't been the happiest or most exciting Saturday and Sunday ever so I'm really looking forward to Thanksgiving - and the short week that goes with it.
The highlight of my weekend was giving H. his first bath. I guess that might sound a little gross since he's nearing four weeks old, but we've been spot cleaning him up until now. He just doesn't get that dirty.
Of course I had to go back and find pictures of P.'s first bath to compare. The big differences that stand out are that P. was a lot smaller (they look the same in the pic but check out the ratio of baby to tub) and really, really didn't like baths. H., on the other hand, didn't cry until I took him out of the baby tub - at which point he wailed.
And then, much like his sister used to, he proceeded to spit up on his nice clean self, my shoulder, and the floor. Mmmm.