Charlie's cord stump fell off last week (finally!) - and we were thrilled to be rid of that dried cat turd lookalike. Charlie's doctor asked us to wait a week before giving him his first real bath. Last night was the night! Charlie did really well; he only cried at the end when we were trying to figure out how to wash his back, and we think it was because he was either uncomfortable and/or cold.
Afterwards Roy fed him, and he totally conked out. But then again, he'd been awake for four straight hours at that point.
Here's the story in pictures. (Please excuse my awesome bedhead hair.)
There are a ton more cute pictures, but they are pretty...um...revealing, if you know what I mean. I don't exactly feel like sharing my son's genitalia with the interwebz. (The yellow plastic duck made for a good penis blocker, though.)