A few weeks ago Charlie, Jett, and I took an infant massage class. It was awesome - except for the parts when we had to take Jett out of the room because he was crying. But we loved the class, and we left with a bottle of grapeseed oil and an idea that we'd massage Jett every night before bed.
We're so naive. As if we can ever predict when Jett will go to bed. Sometimes Jett decides he doesn't even want a massage (which we usually figure out after we've undressed Jett down to his diaper and slathered the oil all over him - sorry about that, Jett).
But it's so much fun to give this kid a massage. I mean, c'mon. Just look at him.
P.S. Happy Birthday, Jett. You're two months old today.
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