Daddies and Daughters

Dave finally got the chance to sing Ella to sleep the other night. Most nights I have to nurse her to sleep, but this night she ate before her bath so she was ready for bed. Although he knows the words to a vast repertoire of songs - some not so appropriate for tiny babies - he was singing songs that are typically learned in Sunday school or Bible school. In the true spirit of faith, he was really getting into it while singing "Father Abraham had many sons..." Each time he sang the words "right hand, left hand" he got more and more enthusiastic so that the tiny baby eyes would pop open again. I had to remind him that the goal was to sing her to sleep; we can instill an appropriate praise and worship attitude at a time other than bed time. Have I mentioned that I love this man?
This is a picture from her first bath as a real baby. I blacked out her girlie parts so as not to be accused of putting kiddie porn on the Internet. I'm sure she'll thank me for it one day, too. :) She really enjoys the bath; she kicks her legs the whole time and she doesn't cry at all when she gets water in her face. Our only issue is keeping her from slipping too deep into the water. Wet babies are slippery little boogers. In related Dave silliness, Ella and I were sitting in the living room in the middle of the night having a snack when Dave came in. It isn't unusual for us to pass each other in the wee hours of the morning because he has worse sleep habits than a baby; however, this time he was carrying his pillow and he said, "Oh, you've got her." I agreed; I did indeed have her. He said, "I thought I had her. She needed an incline." Huh? At the time, I thought he meant that she needed to be propped up in her little bed but he later told me he meant in the bath tub. Apparently in his dream, she was slipping down into the water and needed to be propped up again. :) Some of our funniest conversations happen when he's asleep.