At first she wasn’t interested. But then . . .
THEN she couldn’t shovel it in fast enough:
So we walked straight to the bath . . .
. . . wherein we found only cold water. (“Jeff! The pilot light went out again!!”)
So while daddy (with Charlie’s help, of course) sorted things out, Lillian played in an empty bathtub:
And then we readied an old-school bath party — kitchen sink + cold tap water + boiling water from the stovetop kettle + rubber duckies + one very messy, very chubby baby:
For all intents and purposes, the girl got clean. But even as I gave her her bedtime bottle, I caught not-so-subtle whiffs of spaghetti sauce.
Lillian’s spaghetti attempt number one: success!