Canaan's Bath Time

Canaan LOVES her rides in the Baby Bjorn! We strapped her in and took a hike through the woods to go visit her G-Pop (Tim's grandfather, Canaan's great-grandfather). He lives about a mile away...literally up our back hill (which reaches an altitude of 14,530 feet...I think), up the other hill (which we have to use a repelling rope to get up...Tim holding onto her for dear life), and through the woods (through the poison ivy) and then we arrived at G-Pop's for a little visit. After we got home, I was a little concerned about our swim through the poison ivy, so it was bath time for Canaan! A favorite activity of the day...chronicled for your enjoyment.

So after we get her naked and plop her in, it's heaven for Canaan! She LOVES taking a bath (reminiscent of the womb I imagine...warm and pink). She mostly squirms around and looks all over the place.

You can see she still has peanut arms, but her belly is filling out quite nicely.

In this picture with Dad, you can see she's gazing at him with complete adoration in her eyes. We hope she is. Or she may be trying to poop in the tub. She's done that before.

And here's her "Cute as a Bug" face...I just can't stand it. She's so stinkin' cute.

So after we scrub her down (being diligent to keep the water out of her ears--right? Isn't that bad for a baby to get water inside their ears? I think so), it's time to get out, snuggle up in the towel, eat some food and go to bed. Sounds cozy to you and I, but not to our little Peanut.

THAT is her least favorite part of bath time. Getting out of the tub. We get to witness an amazing transformation at this point--cute as a bug to the Incredible Hulk in the blink of an eye.