Calming comfort my ass: Bridget hates her bath. The only time she hasn't screamed her head off was the time photographed, at the cottage. Now, it's like she knows it's coming and she starts to stick out her bottom lip and whimper when we start the water. By the time we're getting her undressed, she's crying. And it's not the I'm kind of upset variety, she's really mad and a little scared. We've become pretty efficient.
The good news is, I'm writing this on our shiny new iMac.
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