Two birds, one stone

Finnigan was apparently quite anxious to get in the bath tonight. He looooves his bath time.

You'll notice that he's even still wearing his slippers. Inexplicably, he was NOT wearing his diaper.

Guess we're not done yet...

Finn was in the bath tonight, and after I'd scrubbed him head to toe, he'd done his standard "swimming" (crawling with as much splash power as he can muster from one end of the tub to the other. Rinse, repeat.) I pulled the plug to drain the tub. I placed the plug in it's usual spot on the side of the tub. Finn took the plug, and put it back in the drain. This. Was. HYSTERICAL to him.

He's such a beast. :)

Wax on, Wax... Still on.

This shall go down in history as my worst idea for at LEAST the last 24 hours. Two words: Pre-waxed strips. (Or is that two-and-a-half words?) Let me share my newfound wisdomosity with you. Leave the waxing to the professionals. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT attempt to wax any part of yourself that requires ANY of the following:

A: Wax.
B: You.
C: Contortionism.

You've been warned.

Lesson number one: Waxing HURTS.

Lesson number two: Water, soap, shampoo, bubble bath, toothpaste, shave cream, facial scrub, conditioner, moisturizer, bath salts, anusol, and Windex all fall squarely into the "Does Not Remove Wax" category. Milk Bath powder, dissolved in water, DOES. Oddly.

Lesson number three: Being professionally waxed, even if it means letting a stranger get ALLLLL up in your business is worth it. Just for the fact that you will not find yourself glued to your toilet seat with fingers covered in ripped-up shreds of everything you've touched.

Trust me.

Don't ask.

Bonus Lesson number four: No, hair-removal wax DOES NOT double as a nice paraffin wax spa treatment. Not even close.

Fresh Outta tha Tub!

This is the best "'do" I could do with what little fuzz he has. I love fresh clean babies!