My cousin Emily and her sweet bebe Louie came over for a
visit the other day and we had a great time letting the little crawlers paw each
other and watching Louie try to knock George over in the friendliest manner
possible. We decided to throw the two
little boys in the bath together before they headed home so Em would have a
sweet-smelling, clean baby all ready for bed when she got home.
Louie had been making some pretty interesting faces indicating
that he was having some gastrointestinal, shall we say, issues, during
dinner. Basically he was working on his
business and seemed to get the job done.
We got the little dudes into the tub and soaped and cleaned up and were
letting them play. G started fussing and wanted to get out, to eat, and go to
bed. We barely got George out of the tub
and next thing we know Louie is letting round two rip in the tub and we were
left with this…
