Clean Chaz

So yesterday we gave Chaz a bath. I love bathing him. Not because he smells better after - he doesn't - but because he is hilarious in the bath. I'll pop him in the sink with about an inch and a half of warm water and a little bit of baby oil (it soothes his skin) and after sitting there for a few seconds figuring out where he's at, he starts to panic because he HATES baths. He starts this really cute thing where he tries to climb up my arms or the walls of the sink and the look on his face is priceless. Then, when he's done, I pull him out and set him in a towel in Steve's waiting arms so he can be dried off while I'm cleaning out the sink, but Chaz just tries to get out of the towel and towards me. That's the funny part. I'm the one that put him in the bath. I'm the one that tortured him by pouring water over his quills and rubbing water into his belly and wouldn't let him crawl up my arms out of the water, yet I'm also the one who pulled him out of the water. Steve always tried to keep Chaz wrapped up in the towel so he doesn't get cold as he's drying but if he knows I'm around he'll just want to be with me so Steve usually just gives up and hands Chaz to me in the towel and cleans up the sink himself while Chaz cuddles up to my chest and tried to forget the horrible experience I just put him through. Next time we'll have video.

This is a short one. I know you've all probably seen this picture of Chaz before, but it' just so dang cute so I'm going to leave you with it again =]