Creeeeeeeeee-eak!

Remember how I was telling you we still bathe Miss Baby in the infant tub, because she refuses to sit up, and even though it's clearly far too small for her nine month old self ...


... simple expediency kept us from moving her out of it?

Well.

She busted it. We bought it second hand (for $7.00! Canadian!) before she was born, and discovered pretty quickly that it had a little 'split' along one of the legs, near the top. It thus leaked slowly, but as baby baths last, like, 5-10 minutes, a slow leak really doesn't do too much damage.

What really gets your attention, though, is when, mid-bath, that little split becomes a big gaping crack and the slow leak becomes a sort of Titanic-versus-iceberg hull breaching gusher. We didn't see the crack snap open, because it's underneath the foam pad. Pynchon just sort of noticed that there seemed to be suddenly a lot of water on the counter, and very little water in the tub. And that was that.

Miss Baby has now moved into more spacious and watertight digs, a move coincidentally coinciding with her decision to finally hold herself vertical, as though she was just holding out on us all along ...


... which is good, because on our visit to Gramma's, she thought you were supposed to recline in the sink, which forces me to take sad and pitiful pictures like this: