So this little girl enjoys her bath like nobody’s business. Around here though we call bath time Hair Shoppe. (We even have a little song about it, to the tune of “Under the Boardwalk.” It is something I started doing when she first came home from the hospital and it just sorta stuck. We also use this time to gossip about nonsense, as ladies tend to do when they are at a real Hair Shoppe. I just want to make sure she knows what to expect if she ever grows up and lives in a small Southern town.)

Caroline is a Pisces for sure. She doesn’t care if the water is a little too hot or cold, and she loves to stand naked as a jaybird outside the tub, leaning on it and focusing her giant baby eyes on the water as it fills up her little blue tub. She is just the perfect height to stand there and watch it all in wide baby-eyed wonder.

My cousin’s sweet friend gave Caroline this rubber ducky and it’s fair to say this gift is nothing if not appreciated, on an every-other-night basis. That’s our bath frequency, for now anyway. We are not pulled together enough to be bathtime every night kind of people. One day…

And this pictures give me a visual of what Caroline will look like one day when she bites into a hamburger:

Come to the Hair Shoppe…down by the sea….in the tubby with my mom-my, that’s where I’ll be!