Bath time in Lisle

Charlotte and I took a quick trip up to Illinois to visit Auntie Ernie and Uncle Drew-Dawg last week, but I hadn't gotten around to posting any photos of it until now. It was Charlotte's second trip by airplane and the first time I flew with her alone. We did pretty darn well, if I do say so myself. Charlotte was so well-behaved that she got compliments from other passengers who didn't even realize there was a baby on board until we were deplaning. We did more diaper changes on the tray tables (most of the Southwest jets don't have changing tables in the bathrooms) and managed not to tick anyone off. Like the last trip, only women chose to sit next to us. I guess men aren't too keen on sharing such a tight space with a baby.

We had a terrific time in Lisle with Erin and Andrew. Charlotte stayed in the "baby guest room" and was extra nice to her Auntie by saving all the poopy diapers for me to change. Either that, or Erin figured out exactly how to change only wet diapers and to make herself scarce when they were dirtier. Regardless, Charlotte didn't act too distressed that her two caretakers were identical twins. I wonder what she's going to think about that when she gets a little older?

We had a lot of fun recreating 1/2 of the famous Christmas card photo our parents sent out when Erin and I were six months old. We were each posed in one side of a double basin kitchen sink, having a bath. In Lisle, Erin and I folded up a beach towel to line the bottom of her sink, filled it with warm water, and plopped Miss Charlie Jo right in for a scrubbing. Charlotte loved it and only cried when we took her out to get dried off. Her favorite part was the Farty the Penguin bath toy that her Auntie Ernie kept squirting her with during the bath.