Ride the waves, get in the tub, go see the wataw…..whatever you want to call it you love it. Something about getting in there comes second best to riding the waves at swim lessons and you take off into your own little world of make believe. Some nights you recuse your hand from drowning (such the hero you are) while other nights are about pitching fits until I hand you “oooooooooone more color” which is a small tab of dye that changes your tub’s water color and well, it’s from Dolly. You know, the aunt who spoils you and hurts me in the process 😉 You have fun pouring water from cup to cup (sometimes having a spill on the floor which is tons of fun for me), blowing bubbles, swimming on your belly, and pretending to get your finger stuck in the faucet like Daddy taught you (see video attached). Once I muster up the courage to take on washing your hair, we cover your eyes with a towel and count to 6 as I shampoo and condition the nest that is parading as your hair these days in the hopes that I’ll magically find the right portion to transform the nest into flowy locks of silk that need no brushing the next day. No such luck as of yet. “ALLLLL done” you’ll tell me and I let you swim a bit longer while I actually sit for the first time that day. Well, now it’s when I get baldy out and lotioned up but pre-mobile baby this was my “me” time. No offense.

Once we’ve made enough of a mess and cleaned zero percent of your tan body, I begin convincing you that it’s time to get out. I beg, plead, then realize you love to have some warning so like a good mommy I give you the last call briefing in the hopes to avoid any form of a tantrum. 98% of the time it’s a win. Mommy 1/Shep 1 (because let’s face it, the reason you don’t have the tantrum is because in your mind you are indeed the winner).

Thank you for loving the tub. As a mom it’s simply another cage (like the car and crib) where I’m not chasing someone AND in a win/win you’re getting clean and having fun. It’s also the one place that I can’t rely on the television or toys to entertain you. It’s just you and your little imagination running wild (and River splashing you now and again) and I’m able to see you in all your glory being the fascinating boy that you are with motor skills that could perform surgery on a gnat. I’ll go with that over bartender bc in all honesty, I’d be more proud if you used them for something other than pouring drinks in college.

I love you bubble boy.

MommyXx

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