Two new and exciting events have been unfolding in our household.
1. Kate is taking showers.
2. Kate is sleeping in her crib.
Yes, I bring our 15 week old baby into the shower. Showering is getting to be a full group experience: me, Will, Kate, and Butch, the 3-inch tall driver of Will’s dump truck. The four of us just rock out in the little hall bath. Will plays at my feet and generally tries to be helpful as I lather Kate into a slippery noodle and then hand her off to Paul for dressing. Scared yet? It’s not a big deal in our book. Of course, we also put her to sleep on the soft bedding of our bed, have stuffed toys in her crib, allow her to sleep on her tummy, and give her matches for teething.
Kate is not sleeping in her crib through the night; I don’t imagine that this will happen until she’s over a year old. We’ve been trying to introduce the concept of sleeping in the crib over the past few weeks and now she is starting the night there, going to bed around the same time as Will. She joins us by 1am. Last night she announced her readiness to get in the big bed by pooping all over her crib. I guess we deserved this by sticking with the size 2 Baby Dry diapers; we really should switch if we want to be leak-free.