My spirit is not only being compromised by this asshole cold, it is being sodomized. Every day is like I am waking up inside a vagina my clothes are so damp, my nose is not only running, it is fully taken off Thelma and Louise style, and my throat is in worse shape than the original Deep Throat. Don’t even get me started on The Munch and her litany of suffering including a pretty awesome new rash.

I wake up and can’t wait for tomorrow, because maybe, just maybe, that will be the day I can say “we are starting to feel better.”

In order to keep myself sane, I am forcing myself to think of happier times… and what is a better time than “happy baby naked time?”

Babies love to be naked. Scratch that. Humans love to be naked. Most of us are just too uptight to enjoy it. Present company included.

Considering that your baby spends so many hours of their day in a diaper, I feel like they need time to air out. I don’t know about you, but I am pretty sure it has to feel a little musty after a while.

I also think being naked is good for their little baby psyches. Don’t you feel liberated when you are naked? Unobstructed by fabric, buttons, and snaps and free from the constraints of clothing. Don’t you think that if you spent a half an hour naked everyday it would totally rock your world? I feel like every time I take her clothes of, she feels happy, hence my branding genius of “happy baby naked time.” (Did I mention I think using marketing lingo for your private moments with your baby is very important?)

I give her “happy baby naked time” every night before her bath. I find she is pretty much entertained by her own nudity… Just make sure you put a towel down because the possibility of pee is likely, and the chance for crap is lurking.

(Tell me she doesn’t look like she just fell from the sky here?)

(She was being kind of annoying so I put socks on her hands…)