Jack’s a tub shitter. For that reason and others (Hi, my name is L-A-Z-Y) we rarely bathe him. I know; we’re such assholes. I’ve tried strategically planning his baths around especially potent shitstorms, I’ve tried the bedtime/lavender bath “(please don’t poop in here son, it smells so nice!”) and sometimes we just say screw it, let him walk around in the wading pool for a while and call it a bath.

Occasionally though I just feel like I’ll never, ever win the MOTFY lifetime achievement award without at least putting in a little effort here and there and so I toss the kid in with some toys and sit my ass on the toilet instead of cleaning the bathroom like Flylady would if SHE had toddlers in the bath. What? I’m still multitasking, it’s just that when I’m done the bathroom is dirtier for having known me. Taking synchronized dumps (bathtub and toilet! Whoo!) with your 15 month old has to rate something on the wii fit activity log, right?

So anyway. The scarcity of water in this country and my sheer laziness have conspired to keep photos like this off this website until just last night. How did I forget how much fun little babies can be? So malleable!

Behold the cutosity:

Why what have we here? How I’ve missed you! Why do they keep trying to keep us apart? If that crone would stop putting my diapers on backwards we could be together every single night!