M loves to bathe. She doesn't care when or with whom, she just loves to be in the tub or shower. Yesterday morning she woke up soaking wet so I took her in the shower with me. She loves it when you hold her in your arms, so she can tip her head back and fill her mouth full of water. Then with a glimmer in her eye, she turned and spits it it at me. Then she laughs and laughs. We spent several minutes spitting water back and forth at each other until we were both laughing.
When I get out, I put a few more inches of water in the tub so she can play all by herself while I stand in the bathroom doing my hair and such. She LOVES to have the tub to herself. (When you're the youngest of three, you rarely get the chance to bathe alone, ya know). She loves to play with small sponge that found it's way into the tub. She sits at one end of the tub and wings it with all her might at the other end of the tub and if she does it right, it sticks to the wall. Of course, water flies EVERYWHERE in this process, but she still loves it and demands applause and cheers whenever she makes it stick.
After I get ready and give her a warning that it's time to get out, she generally protests. She has to stay in the tub until all the water goes down the drain. She prefers to lay face down, watching the drain, over and over saying "Bye Waaaerr, Bye Waaaerrr" until she starts to get cold. Then and only then, will she stand up and be willing to get out of the tub.
Of course no bath is complete until she's wrapped in a towel and held "baby" in my arms.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment