Samantha had a bath tonight. She is being cranky, so what does Mommy do, set her up to let it all hang out and be as cranky as she wants. I vow that this time I will have everything set up ahead of time so I won’t let all the heat out of the bathroom, but does it work? No, I still forget something, a most important something - her diaper. I don’t even notice this until after I have her diaper off, so I just wrap her up in her clothes and we head out to the nursery to get her diaper. I feel so brave to let her sit on my chest pretty much au naturel. No accidents to report, though, so I guess I was lucky. She didn’t actually cry during any of the bath, except when I washed her hair and massaged her scalp. That pissed her off, but only briefly. I finished up quickly and wrapped her up in the towel, still no diaper. My sister gave us a bathrobe for her, a very thick terry robe. I put her in that to show Matt, still no diaper, still no accident. I am so brave. Matt agrees that the robe is adorable on her, and I take pictures to send to Pat. She’ll like them, I’m sure. (There never is an accident. Her diaper goes back on in safety.) Sam’s hair is a beautiful strawberry blonde right after it is washed. I blow on her hair, and it wafts in the breeze, the very slight breeze, like down on the inside of a chick’s wing. So soft. I can’t stop snuggling her, just tucking my nose into the back of her neck, or just under her ear. She smells so sweet, and the hair is so light, I have to keep kissing it to make sure she even has hair. I ask her what the fairies did with the other cranky Samantha, but she can’t answer anymore. She has drifted off into a deep sleep when I wasn’t looking. That is where I intend to be as well. Good night.