

Friday was my last day at home with Sarah. I tried to drag it out as much as possible but it went by at lightning speed. It was a bath day. I love water - drinking it, taking luxurious baths in it, swimming in it...but now that I have kids whenever they get within a few feet of it I envision their untimely demise by drowning. So bath time is made extra exciting by the peril! Don't laugh, mom always told us you can drown in a cup of coffee. Of course, lately while trying to remain awake after evenings of very little sleep...I've wondered if mom didn't mean that metaphorically. Because, lord knows I've tried to drown myself in coffee. Anyway, here's Sarah, fresh from her bath, having lived to tell about it.

2 comments:
I tried to warn you
about parenthood and hideous death visions
but you laughed
YOU LAUGHED
Kate's pictures all convey this general sort of goofiness. She seems like a fun kid.
Love the picture of Sarah after her bath. They look so serene wrapped in baby towels...
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