Then I kept urping up all over myself and her (I guess she can't handle a little puke on her shoulder, please, what is she, a super model?). So she thought it was time for a bath. I don't think I've told you yet, but I HATE BATHS. I HATE getting out of the bath even more, and even more than that I HATE LOTION. Yuck! Cold! Leave me snuggled in my blanket!
Anyway, as I'm writing this I'm looking out the window in my bouncer seat dealing with the hiccups. Mom keeps shoving my CoCo (pacifier) in my mouth, apparently she thinks I might spit up again. She keeps threatening me with another bath. No thanks!
I think I'll just say "goodnight" for a few hours instead.
Oh, one more thing. These pictures were taken after my bath. My mom doesn't comb my hair afterward because she likes the "ducky feather hair" look. I'm not so sure about it. It kind of stands on end and is a little wavy....cool, or not cool?