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Four Months Old.....

Little Paul is four months old today.  He and one of our dogs decided to celebrate in most unusual (and very disgusting) ways....

First, the dog (I won't name names or point fingers but it was SOCKS!) went outside to do her business.  Apparently she had some trouble "finishing up" and came back in the house with poop all over her tail (sound familiar?).  At least half an hour was spent trying to get her up the stairs and into the bathtub without letting her sit down.  More time was spent cleaning the bathtub once the dog was clean.

Then it was LP's turn to celebrate.  I decided that a nice bubble bath would be just the thing.  All was going well, he and rubber ducky were bonding, when all of a sudden... POOP!  In the tub!  Lovely.  The baby tub, fortunately, was much faster to clean than the full-size tub but still- the last thing I expected when I got home from work today was that I'd be cleaning two bathtubs tonight!

So on that note let's take a look back at how much Little Paul has changed over the last few months:

1 Day Old:

Cuddling with Mommy by you.

1 Month Old:

12-21-2008 5-29-11 PM by you.

2 Months Old:

1-19-2009 2-13-55 PM43 by you.

3 Months Old:

2-16-2009 3-18-12 PM172 copy by you.

4 Months Old:

3-17-2009 6-04-56 PM6 by you.

Watch this space- we'll be doing our monthly photo shoot sometime in the next few days!!!


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