QQ's first real bubble bath.
Daddy went out and bought her that old classic, Mr. Bubble. We still love the smell of California Baby, so we mixed them.
But once in a while, a real, deep, fluffy bubble bath is just the ticket.
QQ definitely thought so.
Oh. My. Goodness! That's a lot of bubbles.
Hanging up her washcloth at the end of the bath, like a good little girl. Fortunately, her power for destruction has kept up with her ability to put things away...so the house is still in chaos. In the time it took me to make her lunch today, she managed to eat two Target receipts, stuff an icecream bar (stolen from the freezer behind my back) into her diaper pail, and break my computer mouse.
Like I always say...good thing she's so cute.