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April 17, 2008
Bathtime Blues
Robbi's sister Maiko is visiting, and since it was recently her birthday, we decided to bake a cake. This required a trip to the supermarket.
There was a great deal of oohing and aahing on the part of the other shoppers. One woman asked (with glee, I might add) if Alden was a preemie. I guess people just help themselves around babies, especially those on the small side.
We decided to make a pineapple upside down cake, because you just can't beat the stick of butter and cup of brown sugar that goes into the pan before you even get started. There is also the side benefit of the extra pineapple juice. It has to go somewhere, right?
There is a kind of pleasure in building a cake upside down.
The sisters made themselves useful while we baked.
When we were done with the "top" of the cake, we added the "bottom".
We put the cake in the oven and checked the box for baking instructions: 43 minutes, it said. "What in the heck are we going to do for the next 43 minutes?" we said to ourselves. "How about torment the baby," we mused. "She looks far too content."
And so we shucked off her knickers and took her to the bathroom.
About five seconds after this photo was taken, my shirt and pants were soaked. And not by the water from the sink. She is a spiteful thing, this baby.
And so we put her in the sink and proceeded to exact our revenge.
She was not graceful in defeat.
We finished our business and tried to show our benevolence by wrapping her in a clean white towel.
Five seconds after this photo was taken, the towel was neither clean nor white. And neither was the baby. Another bath was in order. We washed her again, we toweled her again. She violated yet another towel. It was a vicious cycle. By the time we achieved the state of clean, dry, diapered, peaceful baby, we had generated an entire load of laundry and both had to change our clothes entirely.
She is lucky to be cute and small. She is lucky that we are biologically disposed to care for our young.
We may have won the battle, but we are clearly losing this war.
Posted by bogenamp at April 17, 2008 08:25 AM