Bath night recap.

It's cold up here in Wisconsin, (it was actually a balmy 20 degrees here today, but yesterday peaked at about -2 degrees with 40 mph winds). So we don't really like to expose our bare skin very often. But about once or twice a week, mom insists on me having a bath to try and scrape some of the snot off of my face.

I love bath time and it's a good way for me to play and mama to relax.

I recently figured out how all of my squirting dinosaurs work. But I come from the classy part of Madison, so everytime I put them underwater to fill up with water, I also announce that the dinosaurs are farting. (I make them say "excuse me.")

Mom is trying to use up some of her bath products. And since I'm really the only one in the house who takes baths, I get one smelly oil filled bath ball and a sprinkling of bath confetti ("snowflakes") every time I take a bath .

Look at those chapped cheeks. This is why we like to stay dry and covered up as much as possible.

I'm very excited about getting my ball and snowflakes into the bathtub.

Mom is sometimes too cumbersome to lean all the way into the bathtub, so some of the cleaning duties are left to me.

Maybe Jethro Tull is auditioning for another flutist. I'm pretty good.