forgive*me*not

7 months.

We lazed about in the big tub tonight. He glanced back at me from his spot between my knees, eyes filled with wonder, when he discovered the effect of those little hands on water—splash…splash splash—and squealed with delight when the mighty undertow he created knocked 3 bottles into the soapy water and returned Mr. Ducky to his grasp.

Baby’s First Smile, Baby’s First Haircut: these moments will be lost, buried in a landfill with the rest of the book that got shredded after a temperamental fit over the “father’s family tree” section. No regrets, though. There is not likely a section in any book, anywhere, to record the first Mommy-and-Me Mini Typhoon.