Sunday, August 2, 2009
Some nights, bath time is an exercise in my patience. She cries and screams and sputters. She wriggles away to the other end of the tub when I attempt to wash her hair or scrub her down. And rinsing might as well be pulling her toenails out.
But there are nights where she is playful. Where her squeals are of joy and we laugh and laugh. There is no predicting what kind of night I'm going to get prior to getting her into the tub, but how the process is going to go is evident very quickly. On the bad nights, I basically just soap her up, hose her down and we're done. On the good nights, we stretch it out and have ourselves a good old time.
To be sure, it is the hard times that make the easy that much sweeter and tonight was pure sugar.
*Her face is healing up nicely after last weeks run in with the stairs. She seems to be completely unaware of her injuries.