Tuesday is bath night. It makes sense because American Idol is on and the bath comes after. Who doesn't feel unclean after watching American Idol?
After the bath, I wrapped Lyla in a towel, dried her, diapered her, and pajama-ed her. She was the cleanest baby in America for approximately 12 seconds, but at that moment a biohazard the size of Ryan Seacrest typhooned into her pants.
And a couple minutes later, Paula followed. Maybe tomorrow we'll do bath night again. Hopefully she won't Simon all over me.
2 comments:
I think the show will leave me feeling a little cleaner now that bikini girl is gone! :)
We actually didn't watch tonight. I'm glad that vapid, affected, no-talent jiggler is off the show. She is everything I hope Lyla never is.
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