Bathtime has become routine for Edward, and he actually seems to like it a bit. Tonight he decided to take matters into his own hands, literally, by taking the washcloth from his mother. His method of cleaning, which involved clutching the cloth tightly against his chest (for warmth, one assumes) wasn't very effective, so this part of the bath didn't last long.














Once the bath was over, we toweled him off with a gift from our neighbor, Clara. I'm a sucker for hats, hoods and other baby headgear, and perhaps enjoyed this more than Ed did if his expression is any indication. I think he was more upset with the constant flash than with his lion-hooded attire, as his mood lightened considerably when the camera was put away and he realized he was swaddled in a nice warm terry cloth bath towel.