My husband held the baby, who was wearing nothing but a cloth diaper, as we recited blessings and lit the candles. She was wearing nothing but a cloth diaper because, minutes before, we had cleaned up one of her really big poop explosions. A few minutes after the candle lighting, we put her in the bath and got her dressed for our Hanukkah dinner at Grandma and Grandpa's house.
Hanukkah (and life) with a four-month-old is not as orderly and predictable as holidays in the past. I'm really enjoying it, though, poop explosions and all.
(Miss M earlier today when she should have been taking a nap. Instead, she was staring at a painting on the wall.)
1 comments:
That photo is perfect and so is your poopy Hanukkah story.
Post a Comment