The dirt is in the mouth. He's rolling it around on his tongue because he needs to see if it is yucky for himself.
Despite the fact that he has decided that it is indeed yucky, he puts up mighty resistance when his Daddy tries to fish it out of his mouth.
This is where I am saying, "J, please put down the power tool before getting so close to the baby's face. You are about to put a screw in his ear."
Mmm... dirt in the mouth is yummy.
This is the look I got after trying to remove the rest of the dirt from his moth myself. He wasn't too happy about it.
The water was cold and Baby G kept making this face:
Because we are mean and evil parents we kept spraying him with the cold water so he would keep making the face.
Hopefully he wasn't too damaged by the experience. He seemed to be okay.
Then it was into the bath, where Baby G has learned how to strategically place froggies for maximum modesty.
Out of the bath. Baby G was fascinated by the fact that he could see himself moving on the camera screen. He kept looking in the mirror and then back at the camera trying to figure it out.
Then it's into the jammies (which I know are too short in the arms and legs-- this baby has his daddy's long limbs) and time for bed. Working outside is very exhausting.