It's his "Waiting to Exhale" moment of the day...bathtime. David loves getting in the bath water after a long day of crying, drooling, eating, spit up, playtime, more crying, and poopy diapers. He used to just sit there quietly while we cleaned the stinky cheese neck and the other stinky folds and crevices on his body. These days, it's no so easy. He's splashing the water, reaching for the faucet so he can suck on it, grabbing for the soap or anything on the kitchen counter, reaching for his rubber ducky, reaching for his face cloth to suck on it, or grabbing for anything else within reach. It's just about time for the stinker to graduate to the big tub. It's been so much easier and quicker bathing him in the sink that we're still holding on. I'm sure once he makes his way to the big tub he'll never want to get out.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
I LOVE BATHTIME
It's his "Waiting to Exhale" moment of the day...bathtime. David loves getting in the bath water after a long day of crying, drooling, eating, spit up, playtime, more crying, and poopy diapers. He used to just sit there quietly while we cleaned the stinky cheese neck and the other stinky folds and crevices on his body. These days, it's no so easy. He's splashing the water, reaching for the faucet so he can suck on it, grabbing for the soap or anything on the kitchen counter, reaching for his rubber ducky, reaching for his face cloth to suck on it, or grabbing for anything else within reach. It's just about time for the stinker to graduate to the big tub. It's been so much easier and quicker bathing him in the sink that we're still holding on. I'm sure once he makes his way to the big tub he'll never want to get out.
It's his "Waiting to Exhale" moment of the day...bathtime. David loves getting in the bath water after a long day of crying, drooling, eating, spit up, playtime, more crying, and poopy diapers. He used to just sit there quietly while we cleaned the stinky cheese neck and the other stinky folds and crevices on his body. These days, it's no so easy. He's splashing the water, reaching for the faucet so he can suck on it, grabbing for the soap or anything on the kitchen counter, reaching for his rubber ducky, reaching for his face cloth to suck on it, or grabbing for anything else within reach. It's just about time for the stinker to graduate to the big tub. It's been so much easier and quicker bathing him in the sink that we're still holding on. I'm sure once he makes his way to the big tub he'll never want to get out.
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