Our kitchen sink is white, sparkling (now), ceramic and big enough for me to paint my toes in. That's why I finally decided to bathe little Landon in it. Okay, well, he's not that little. 86th percentile... 13.5 lbs. He may not be the biggest baby in the world, but he's close, and compared to dainty (in size, not spunk) Samara who teetered between 0 (yes zero?!) and 10% until she discovered Brighams ice-cream, he seems like a chunker. I'd been bathing the poor boy in the bathroom sink and suddenly realized that the kitchen one is higher (good for my back) bigger (good to save on swimming lessons later on) and way more fun with the skylights on the ceiling and all. Samara also enjoyed playing with his bubbles. I'm using the baby bathfitter, and finally cleaning out all of the creases in his chins, necks and thighs. Yes, I know, this was way overdue. Bathtime is fun again! And you can find me in here on my days off.
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