life with truman

Today was Truman's one-month birthday, and in honor of the great event, I gave him a bath. It was his first true, doused-all-the-way-in-water bath, and he bathed in tandem with his big brother. Everett couldn't stand his first bath and wailed angrily while I washed him as quickly as possible and Jonathan took photos. But Truman seemed pleased, in as much as a one-month-old without a 'real' smile can seem pleased about anything. He waved his arms and kicked and looked around calmly as I rubbed him down with lavendar bubble bath.

The biggest indignity? I couldn't take pictures as that would have meant leaving him alone in the tub (or soaking wet and diaperless on the bathroom rug) to run and get the camera. I guess we'll have to take the "first bathtime" photos next week.

Truman has been fussing a little more, although not (quite) enough to make me lose my so-carefully-cultivated patience.


his little hands in mine, one month