Adventures By Design

So I figure it’s my right and responsibility as a parent to take naked photos of my baby having a bath.  This way when she becomes a teenager I’ll have something to show her boyfriends love interests and mercilessly embarrass her.  My parents have a photo of my bare behind having a bath in the kitchen sink, classic.  Aria bathes in the tub but these are still pretty good.

Back when she was only a few weeks old (weird saying ‘back when’ about my 11 week old) Aria hated baths with a passion.  She would scream through the whole thing and then sulk for at least 10 minutes afterwards.  Now she’s learned to embrace the bath and is starting to play and kick her legs around.  It’s just a matter of time before she learns how to soak the entire bathroom!

Plus bonus footage of Inca!

Please excuse Ric’s silly incredibly sexy facial hair, he did it for Movember and apparently didn’t realize that November finished 2 weeks ago! (he has shaved it off since then, and is looking a little more normal).

So Aria has begun smiling socially… it’s the coolest thing.  Today she was hanging out on the bed while I brushed my hair in the bathroom.  When I walked back into the room she smiled at me (TMI warning: I had my shirt off and I think she may have been smiling at the sight of her food source).  On Saturday she smiled at Ric and so he did what any father would do and spent the next 20 minutes with a camera aimed at her trying to get her to do it again.  He didn’t quite succeed, but surely we’ll get a proper toothless grin up here for you soon![gallery link="file" order="DESC"]

We think you’ve seen enough photos of Aria being cute and angelic.  Now it’s time to show you the real baby:

See how quickly she gets herself worked up?

Yup… that’s right. her umbilical cord stump fell off this evening. I was changing her when I noticed her cord was really lose, and was only hanging by a little flap of skin. Gin and I investigated, and made the prudent decision to leave it be, and let it come off when it was ready to. I carefully cleaned the area, using the special medicine our midwife Anne had given us. Aria lay there wiggling and kicking her legs, waiting until the swab was just in the right position before pow! she kicked my hand, which severed that last remaining bit of skin. Her belly button has arrived!