The only time of the day when Ingrid is guaranteed to be totally satisfied with the world is when she is in the bath. No matter how grumpy she is before, I only need to put her in the bath and a second later she is quiet and happy. I guess it must feel just like before she was born, except for the light.
Of course, the moment she leaves the bath is probably her least favourite moment of the day. Even if it takes a fraction of a second to lift her up and wrap her in a towel, she starts her desperate cries of complaint.
And as you can see, she is made up of one large head (for eating and crying) and one large stomach (eating again), to which little skinny crooked limbs have been attached almost as an afterthought (for occasional waving around).
That’s such a sweet photo! Once they start that first phase of growth, I think all little babies look almost like little aliens – but incredibly cute ones, of course! – with their little arms and legs attached to a disproportionate head. Your blog is making me really look forward to the day when I’ll hold my own baby.
Gill x