I had my first bath today. It was quite traumatic. I cried and cried and cried about how sorry my life is. And yet now I feel as fresh as a morning drop of dew. Maybe there's something to this bathing thing after all. Huh. I'll let you know.
Besides baths, it's a whole new world outside the NICU. I've learned all dogs have three legs, trains don't wake me up, and I have a Whitaker forehead. Here's hoping I get my foot genes from Dad's side of the family. Alley-Oops? No thanks.
2 comments:
Owen, dear,
Your cousin, Kent, hated his baths at your age.
Don't worry, you will love splashing water everywhere very soon.
Love you,
Grandma Nancy
Owen, I'm so glad you are home from the NICU. Its a great place for a short time, but home is so much better!
Your Cousin, Keegan
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