Fond memories of little-baby baths

It's a virtual baby shower for Kristen of Motherhood Uncensored and Rebecca of Girl’s Gone Child!

Congratulations to both, who are expecting their second and third babies in a matter of weeks.

Ah, I remember what it was like to be pregnant and huge. Just to commiserate, Kristen and Rebecca (as well as soon-to-pop bloggy friends Oh Amanda and Kristi), here I am on my due date.

(Please excuse my windblown hair. I'm only posting this picture for comic relief.)



Do you know how hard it is to shuffle across the sand with a small person's head wedged in your pelvis?

Oh, yeah, you probably do, considering you are repeat moms now.

I have only one child, and -- especially if he turns out to be my only -- I like to remember the good things about his little-baby days. (This can actually be helpful when he's in full terrible-twos mode now.)

One of my favorite things about Fly as a baby was giving him a bath. During the day, he might have had a poosplosion. He might have spit up constantly. He might have cried for hours. But come evening, it was time to relax.Pouring perfect-temperature water into his little baby bathtub, setting out his super-soft towel and washcloth, and easing him into the water was almost like a sigh of relief. Gently caressing his tender skin with softly scented baby wash and maybe singing him a song -- now that was something to look forward to. Fly was usually calm during baths, and he really seemed to like the water. Then I'd wrap him in a plush towel and place him on my bed to give him a gentle massage, dress him in fresh pajamas and maybe swaddle him.

There's just something about bathtime. Maybe there's magic in the water.

Or maybe it's because all the baby bath stuff is so darn cute.