Grandchildren fear me.  I try to get on their level sometimes. I think it makes them wonder what I'm up to.

Grandbaby#4 won't come near me this week.  I babysat a couple weeks ago.  I try to be useful.  If the children were fed, I'll wash dishes.  If the children are napping, I'll throw in a couple loads of clothes.  I like for the YP's (young parents) to come back to the nest and find they don't have to DO anything, just sit down and enjoy their evening!

#4 smelled sour.  Now, that's a 1 year old for ya.  Sometimes they smell.  Not because nobody did anything about it, but because they're babies.  I plopped #4 in the sink (after I did the dishes, thank you) and gave her a quick bath.  Make sure to get the creases of the neck, that's where sour milk likes to hide.  I wrapped her in a big warm towel from the dryer and hugged her.

she still smelled.

Hm. Must be in her hair.  I did cover her long angelic hair during the rinse portion, but there must be milk somewhere.  Probably behind her ears.  Yup, there it is, it's powerful.

I laid her on the drainboard in my arms, dotted a little more shampoo on her head and rinsed her with the sprayer.  What's wrong with that?  She was snuggled, she was warm and dry, except for her head.  But I Still Smelled it! I resuds'd, and re-rinsed.  She's getting angry, it'll have to be good enough!

I dried her and dressed her adorably in her little jammies and set her to play.

I went home.
My husband hugged me and said, hmm, sour milk!      CRAP!  I had gotten it on my shirt, at the shoulder, when I swaddled #4 and held her tight. I guess she could have done without lather, rinse repeat.  Now I know
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