When our nurse at the hospital showed us how to bathe Ronan, she said, “Bathe him when he’s dirty.” I squinted at her and thought, “He’s a baby. How dirty can he possibly get?” 

With the end of month three in sight, I am no longer puzzled.

Reasons to bathe your baby, a haiku series:

Poop on all the things.
Snuggles with adult armpits.
Fingernails are gross.

Let-down milk face bath.
More spit-up than milk eaten.
Breastmilk cheese for days.

The dog licked his feet.
I needed to wear sunscreen.
STRANGER TOUCHED HIS HAND.