Ever since that cold, harsh sponge-bath he was subjected to in the hospital, Porter has welcomed baths with about as much excitement as would a cat. Luckily for us, newborns only have to be bathed every couple of days or so – something that we have routinely stretched to the edges of the “or so” part. Likewise, it is practically a two-person job to change his diaper: one to hold the bottle in his mouth, and one to change the diaper. The dude just hates being cold.

We have managed to get better at minimizing his agony during diaper change time [which partly came out of necessity of trying to get one diaper off and the other on in record time to reduce the opportunity for the pee shower], and finally he seems to be coming around to the bath idea as well.

Pensive

Finding His Happy Place

Playing Along

Resignation