I finally relented on giving the boy a rubdown once the sweet newborn smell of his head gave way to the mundane smell of sweaty hair. I propped up the baby book and made sure we did things as Dr. Sears said to do them. I know, I know. This is also how I cook, even when I’m cooking Hamburger Helper. I’m neurotic.
Holden was not too keen on the experience, but he smells a lot cleaner.
Omigah, he looks so much like you! What a trip seeing hints of Lindsey in an infant’s gaze, expression, and lips.
It’s like I can smell him from here. mmmmm…baby head…