After a good sniffing by Owen, John was deemed to be "stinkaroo." It's into the tub for you, John!
O peeked in my cabinets to hunt for an appropriate bath tub. Many mixing bowls were passed over as "too tiny." Evidently John requires plenty of room to splash around.
No-nos' toes are barley visible in the corner of this picture. I hesitated to crop them out because I want to remember the fact that Noah hangs on everything O says and does.
All clean and smelling so sweet, John needed to be patted dry. For lack of a towel, O dried him off with his outfit. He did not learn this habit from me. I promise!
Owen is now thoroughly burping John while having a chat with Noah, who has submissively backed away to his corner of the picture. Great multi-tasking, O!
By the way, don't you love the get-up? O constantly has cold toes and these are his absolute favorite socks!
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