Sometimes Clara and I have a spa day. This means that, instead of my normal five-minute morning routine, we spend two hours or so in the bathroom, bathing and getting ready for the day. It usually is a spontaneous thing, and tends to happen when I need a shower.
When Clara was an infant, taking a shower was no problem. I'd simply set up her swing in the bathroom or strap her into her booster seat with a bunch of toys.
Now, Clara refuses to sit still and play quietly on the floor. She opens the shower's sliding glass doors and gets soaked in the spray ( as does the bath mat, toilet, towels, etc). She wants to hold the soap, even--no, especially--when it's slimy and wet. She picks up my socks and throws them in.
She stands in the open door, her ringlets getting wetter and wetter, and yells, "Mommmmmyyyyy!!!!! Me! Me! Dup! Dup" which means, "Mom, I would like to be in the shower also."
So, invariably, I strip her down and bring her in. It's never very practical, because she insists that I hold her, and she gets so slippery that I'm afraid I'll drop her. After a few minutes I always sigh, turn off the shower, and start the bath.
She brings out all her toys, and clambers all over me while I'm trying to scrub down. She wants me to play with her wind-up fish, and with her squeezie fishes that squirt water all over the place. She has some letters that stick when wet, and she sits on my reclining belly like it's a bench and pretends to spell things on the side of the tub.
I have to confess, it's a pretty nice way to start the day.
Reminds me of Sunny: I would leave the bathroom door open and he would come in, force the shower curtain open, and drop the ball in the tub and then sit there with his head hooked over the tub wall, staring fixedly, and getting water everywhere. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat fun! I have pictures of you three older kids in the big cast bathtub in the old blue house. Bath time was always a party. It's the little things like water, sweet soap, and soft baby skin.
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