In the kitchen sink

Ivan developed a pretty nasty diaper rash, so I decided to put him into the sink to soak his bottom with warm water which somehow seems to work wonders. Besides, there is something so darn cute about a baby in a sink. Vic was in the other room pretending something or other and when he came in to the kitchen and discovered his baby brother in the sink... well, he just couldn't resist getting in on that sort of crazy thing.  I have never seen him undress so quickly.

Excuse the cluttered mess that is my kitchen. Most of the bathroom (toiletries and such) is still being stored in there.