A few days after Ben got home, the girls and I decided to give him a little bath. I remember Blake’s first bath being quite a screaming and crying experience. Not exactly sure why. Maybe it was because he bathed in a hard plastic bath that looked like a whale.

This time around was the exact opposite. Ben sat there in his bath chair just looking around waiting for something to happen. His relaxed demeanor is contagious! A simple sponge bath later, he was wrapped in the nearest adult blanket and onto the bed he went. Kicking around. No diaper. Gazing outside.

So thankful he’s mine!