Buried back in my archives was a new comment I thought deserved front page treatment as a weekend weblink. It's really all about the last few seconds.
DadLabs Tips on Bathing Babies (movie with sound)
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That was absolutely frickin' hilarious, thank you for sharing it.
Posted by: Mara | March 25, 2007 at 12:23 PM
ok, that was funny.
Posted by: Michell | March 25, 2007 at 01:27 PM
Neighbor, how long's it been since you had a big, thick, steaming bowl of Wolf Brand Chili?
Well, that's too long.
Posted by: Mr. Pubin | March 25, 2007 at 02:12 PM
That simulation was heinous! Of course, I have to send a link to my expectant bro-in-law so he can be prepared.
I'm surprised that Step 2 of Turd Management wasn't "Call the kids' mom for help, then run out of the bathroom."
Posted by: Not Erin | March 25, 2007 at 03:57 PM
OMG! That was hilarious!!!!
Posted by: Cassie | March 25, 2007 at 10:48 PM
Good grief! How do you find these things?
I need to get out more.
Posted by: TSM-Truth, Sincerity, Madness | March 25, 2007 at 10:48 PM
Hey! Isn't that Jesus playing soccer in your banner image? Who else would be wearing a robe and sandals like that?
http://www.catholicsupply.com/christmas/_borders/3000154.jpg
I gave a statue of Jesus playing hockey to my nephew for his first communion.
PS: My wife spends waaay too much time on your site. I was getting jealous, until I read your blog for myself. You sound like a good Dad.
Posted by: Mr. Nibbs | March 26, 2007 at 10:45 AM
Please please tell me the last 7 seconds were not what happened in your house!!! My all day long morning sickness did certainly enjoy that bit... and here we go again...
Posted by: C.J. | March 26, 2007 at 08:55 PM
LD, thanks for the link. Loved the video; took notes. Am armed with a raft of Techniques for the next bath. I take a dim view of ANY misery-reduction gimmicks when it comes to rinsing the soap off the head, but then I'm coming off a major Linda Blair episode. Hetrodyne/hoarse speaking in tongues. Fuscia colored "whites" of the eyes. Eyelids swole up from crying so bad they were like little burritos. It was so, so bad. She is so getting the Brittney hairdo (Sinead move over!).
Oh, PS, the whole TypePad thing ate my name again, so I will disclose here & now it's your ole bud the other LD, Polly.
Posted by: Polly P | March 27, 2007 at 03:50 AM
O sh*t now don't Iook like a contarn fool. There's my name, right there, in lights.
Never mind. Now back to the comment stream everyone, nothing to see here.
Posted by: Polly P | March 27, 2007 at 03:51 AM