Max is a little sensitive sole. He was a sport at first, until I started rubbing and combing. He proceeded to scream bloody murder from that point on until I removed him from the tub after the full hairwash and body wash. You would've thought I was really trying to hurt him.
I'm not sure if it really hurt or he just doesn't like me picking at him. I didn't even get to warsh it all out as well as I would've liked. He smells ripe as used olive oil, which, suprisingly, isn't nice. Olive oil smells nice in a frying pan while sauteing onions, but not in your infant son's hair. That lovely baby smell is all gone tonight. I sure hope it comes back.
And check out the greese streaks and spike forming.
My poor little man couldn't even calm down to get himself to sleep tonight. I swear he was having a little identity crisis becuase he didn't recognize his own little scent. 1 hour and some Tylenol later (Eventually thinking perhaps it's those teeth that have been wanting to come through for over 5 months now), he's finally asleep. (In my bed :-) )
I don't think we'll be doing the olive oil bath and scrub again. I will give it another few months of o'natural healing and hope for the best. Sorry Max!
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