Where Southern (and slightly redneck) Thinking Invades the Arctic Tundra

This is definitely a first in my house.  Neither one of my children have ever taken a bath IN the sink.

Lydia thought it was great because there were crumbs still on the counter from the fresh baked banana bread we had after supper, for dessert, and she could still eat while being washed. 

This all happened because Lydia went in to the doctor Monday with what I was sure was some weird third world disease on her butt.  It looked exactly like we sat her down in an ant bed and let them eat her heiny alive.

Turns out it wasn't a third world disease, it was Folliculitis.  Otherwise known as Staph Bacteria, invading her derriere.

I should say, though, I only advise you to click on the link if you enjoy being grossed out.  Did you click? Of course you did.  Now, imagine all that... on Lydia ass.  Awesome, huh?

Well, they sent her home with an antibiotic and instructions to wipe down the toilet seat every time she uses the potty, bathe by herself every night in baking soda and to clean the tub when she gets out. 

She'd already had a bath earlier in the day because she soaked the bed, her clothes and her hair during her nap. (she doesn't often need a pull-up anymore) (yea for potty training!)

Knowing we were going to have spaghetti and meatballs for supper, and that ALWAYS requires a bath to follow, we let her eat naked.

And then washed her in the much smaller and easier to clean, and sterilize, sink.

Hey, we thought it was a great idea.