Caterpillar Girl looks so much like her father, but at least there seems to be one thing she gets from me: love of a warm bath. Her very first bath caused a few tears, but ever since she has enjoyed the ritual, complete with silly song composed by me:
Scrubbidy scrubiddy scrubiddy scrub
Who's that baby in the tub?
It's Erin.
It's Erin.
I'm sure I didn't make up the tune, but I have no idea where it comes from. Now her legs are long enough to splash when she kicks, and she loves when I squirt her with one of her bath toys like the frog in the picture above.
After the bath she is wrapped in her lamb hoodie towel to dry.
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