In my post yesterday I made jokes and reference to 'balls'. Well, last night it was the real deal. Gilbert has been taking his baths (in his tub) in the kitchen sink. He's progressively begun to make a bigger mess as he's perfected the art of splashing.

So, last night we moved him into the bathroom so he can splash at will. And so he did. He was having a lot of fun. Smiling, kicking, reaching and grabbing. I mentioned his grabbing dexterity has improved. In his state of play he discovered his 'junk'. First it was the little guy. He'd give it a squeeze and smile. Then he found the jewels. Squeeze there, not so much of a smile. Anyway, he kept reaching for his junk all during the bath. Kristen was rolling her eyes saying, "Oh boy, here we go." I was a proud papa, of course!

We've heard from friends who have boys that once their junk is discovered they have a fascination with it for awhile, but that it will wane. Let's hope so!