Further proof that I do, on occasion, bathe my children

Everybody saw some tub action today. Everybody except Mommy -- the grease from her hair! A renewable energy source! Don't stand to close to her in line at BJ's!

First up was the Mini-Bruiser, who is oft-photographed on this website because he sits so still, but not so often is he photographed when he is so nekkid:






Now do you believe me when I tell you that he is putting the Shaquille back in this O'Neal family? Bask in the rolls and the man boobs! And when he is sitting up, doesn't he look like a Weeble?

At the end of the day came Elder Bruiser's turn, during which we tried out another bathtub art product received for his birthday -- roll-on (and candy-scented!) bathtub body paint. Thanks, Grandma and Grandpa O'Neal! Afterwards as Dada snuggled with Isaac, he asked, "Claire, what are you eating? That smells really yummy." Me: "I'm drinking water. What smells like tasty food is your son."