Bath Time!

Finally, Mama Gross settles down to write on the blog... and boy, is there a lot to write about today ("today" is actually yesterday. -ed.).

First, we got off to an ambitious start by going out to breakfast at a yummy place called Tweet about a 20-minute walk away. We took the Snap n' Go stroller setup, which seemed like such a cool contraption at the store. (The car seat snaps into a stroller frame, and voila, you're on the go.) Unfortunately, part of the handle that controls the folding apparatus on the stroller broke off the third time we used it. Due to my overzealousness in getting rid of boxes, we can't take the darn thing back, so we're stuck with it. But we can still make it work... Anyway, Ezra did great at the restaurant and got even more than his usual dose of oohs and ahhs. The hostess even told me to breastfeed at will. I love pro-breastfeeding establishments! I took her up on it and fed him in the adjacent bar, called Big Chicks, which has a burlesque theme... Ez probably felt right at home surrounded by pictures of voluptuous womenfolk.

Back at home, we decided today was the day for Ezra's first bath. (Yes, 17 days DOES seem like a long time to go without a bath. But with a crusty umbilical cord and a penis on the mend, we thought it would be wise to put it off. Now he has a genuine belly button and his little member seems to be healed, so today was the day.) Poor Ezra. Returning to water wound up not being quite so much fun after all. Check out the little video montage we made (and forgive us for the poor production values! We're audio people, not video people. But we're trying to learn.)



But all's well that ends well. Ezra is now happy and asleep. And clean. At least until the next poo explosion.

Love,
Ash (and Gabe and Ez)