Someone's getting wrinkly

And it's not Jerel (even though today is his 37th birthday!). Last night I was feeding Isaiah and he was just not being a cooperator. I got really frustrated with him and Jerel ended up feeding him. Then I felt bad for getting frustrated with a little baby (and such a cute one too) so when I put him in the bathtub I decided I'd let him stay in for as long as he wanted to. Usually Jerel gives him fun baths but when it's my turn he gets a boring 5 or 10 minutes of soaping up, rinsing off, then out. He loves baths so I thought this would be a good way to make up for my earlier impatience.

When we go to the Olive Garden and they offer the freshly-grated parmesan, Jerel always lets them keep going and going. I think he's trying to figure out just how much cheese they will give him if he doesn't tell them to stop. I always sit there watching thinking "this is sure getting long and awkward...I hope the waiter stops soon." That's how it felt watching Isaiah in the bath. It just kept going and going with no sign of stopping. I kept hoping he'd start crying and want to get out. I had to put warm water in 3 times because it kept getting so cold and I didn't think hypothermia would be a good idea. After a while I even took out all of his toys thinking that would make him so bored he'd want to get out, but I forgot that Isaiah's favorite toys are his hands and feet and I couldn't very well take those out of the tub. Well, Isaiah won this one. He stayed in for an hour and eight minutes!

As kids when we visited my grandparents in Arizona we always wanted to stay in the swimming pool for hours on end. But the rule was that once your fingers and toes got wrinkly you had to get out. One time one of us (I'm sure it wasn't me, I'd never be so insensitive) asked my grandma how she knew when she should get out since her fingers started out wrinkly...Anyway, as you can see in the picture Isaiah was well past the beginning stages of wrinkliness...even his pinky toes were wrinkled!