I Forgot to Title This Post

Last night I got four non-consecutive hours of sleep. Today Meg had her first doctor's appointment. So, I think you can forgive me for not understanding the difference between irony and ironing right now. In lieu of anything witty, I am totally going to cop out and show you pictures of Meg's bath last night... It's a cheap shot, but I am tired enough to take it.

Not happy at first. Oh, and yes, I wear elastics on my wrist. If you had my hair, you would too.

She kind of warmed up to it, but still gave us the stink eye.

The towel is still a little big.

Mom (still not used to that) does the bathing, Dad does the comforting.

Sally is glad she didn't get a bath, but she still is waiting for the baby to go back from whence she came.

Okay, total cop out post is over. Maybe if Meg does not decide to hold a rave tonight I will be able to put a sentence together tomorrow...