Bath Time

Today when grandma went to clean your face and hands after lunch, it became apparent I wasn't going to get all the sweet potatoes out between your fingers or your hair without a struggle.  When you sneezed and wiped your nose with your hand which proceed to your head and through your hair, this is when I decided; bath time!

You jabbered as I got you ready, and continued with squeals as I ran your bath water, but when I went to set you in, you would of thought I stuck you in a pot of boiling water.  This took grandma by surprise, because your mother and uncle Tyler LOVED bath time in the kitchen sink.  This was a time I would fill up the sink with warm water and child proof kitchen gadgets, lay a towel on the floor, put on my rain coat and let the party begin!

I quickly turned your attention to the small bottles of shampoo and baby wash along with measuring cups, and a nasal squirter.  A smile broke through your tears, followed by a giggle and soon we were both soaking wet.  For a moment I remembered your mother at your age, sitting in the sink drinking many measuring cups of bathwater, followed by "ahhhhhhs".