So Shelbi called me yesterday from Babies R Us (slogan: We're not saying you're a bad parent but we can't believe you don't have one of these yet). She was running an errand to get Elliott a larger swaddler as our baby has turned into a two-month old Houdini with our previous one. Shelbi then tells me "Oh, and I also got him a terry cloth robe." I laughed. She was not kidding.

Now, don't get me wrong, Elliott enjoys a good bath. You might even say that, along with staring directly at light fixtures for 30 minutes at a time, it's one of his favorite things in the entire world at this point. And for people who enjoy bathing and who have a lot of free time on their hands (also Elliott) a robe can be a viable option in one's wardrobe. My contention over the phone was "He's a baby. I don't think that the addition of a robe is going to facilitate his ability to relax after a bath any more or less than say, a one-piece outfit with either trucks, monkeys or monkeys driving trucks on it and we have literally hundreds of those." But I did not win the argument. He needed the robe.

After Elliott's bath last night I saw the robe for the first time and I very sweetly offered to dry Elliott and dress him while Shelbi finished her own bath. A few minutes later she came into our bedroom to witness this. It just seemed like the right thing to do.