Ice Cream Head

We thought Isaac might like some ice cream. We were wrong.

He painted his head with it instead.

Not that Chris or I noticed....or reacted. When we finally saw our mint-head baby, the conversation went something like this:

"When did that happen?"

"I don't know."

And then we both went back to eating our dinner.



If this had been baby Caleb, we would have put down our forks and swept him up to a bath right then and there.

If this had been baby Matthew, his spoon would never have touched his hair.

Isaac, you are our third child. I'm so sorry you have to deal with pooped-out parents.

We did wash you up really well.

That night.

At bath time.