We love bath time. As in, it's the best time of the day around here. You know this already since I blab my mouth about it's awesomeness all the time. And the sweet husband who eagerly does this nightly job with a hop in his step.
But, it's getting better as she's getting older. We have a little thing. Where I get her undressed, diaper & all, and Declan's in there running the bath. As soon as I sit her nudey-butt on the ground, she ferociously speed crawls out to the hallway and around the corner to the bathroom. Her little hands slap against the bathroom floor with gusto & excitement.
When she finally reaches the tub, she stands up and lifts her leg as if she even stands a chance of getting in herself. She's too short. She doesn't stand a chance. But it's cute. It's so dang cute.
Then? She plays. Splashes. Gets scrub-a-dubbed by daddy. Strings together a series of sounds & cute noises that make us love her all the more. And then? It's my turn. I scoop her up with the hooded towel. Get her warm and cozy.
|if this look of sheer-glee doesn't show how much she loves her daddy|
I don't know what will....
Dry her. Powder. Lotion. Pajama her booty. She proclaims multiples times that it's "nigh-nigh"...gets a bedtime snack & da-da cuddle....
and just like that she's off to bed.