Baby Massage, Not Just For Rich Kids

This morning we participated in our first infant massage class (every Saturday morning this April). Today's class focused on legs and stomach (i.e. squeeze out the crap). I must be a natural at it since after just a few minutes of massaging Gideon's leg and foot he crapped all over the blanket. Adorable! That's when I let Chris have his turn and I practiced on the scary non-pooping doll.

The instructors assured us that we weren't "spoiling" him -- that there are all kinds of health and neurological benefits and that he'll even grow faster. The last thing we want is to be responsible for him throwing like a girl, or worse, becoming a sensitive poet-type.