36 Years in the Making

Soon after finishing her bath Sylvia received her first visit from Nana Linda. Since she has patiently awaited the arrival of her grandchild for 36 years it was with much joy that we were able to finally bring them together. I think the pictures say the rest.











I think this might make up for the time I put firecrackers in her tomatoes and blew up the entire summer crop.

Not a pressure washer in sight.

There is nothing like a bath to make one feel brand new. And if you're already brand new then a bath at least makes you feel less sticky. Since day five seemed like a good time to introduce Sylvia to the joys of bathing we trooped into the kitchen to watch a master at work.

~interlude~

Once again I must count my blessings and note that Aurelia is an experienced professional who has bathed many babies. So instead of the following images being a documentary on an unfolding disaster complete with me, laundry detergent, a pressure washer, and a mile of toilet paper we find a pleasant sequence that starts with a happy baby and ends with a cleaner, happy baby.

For the record it should be noted that I actually gave Sylvia her first bath at the tender age of 27.5 minutes. It should also be noted that I was guided by two nurses and was in no danger of actually using a pressure washer (though I did pack one just in case).