two chicks in a tub!
Well... two chicks, a water gun, a foam letter M (along with the rest of the alphabet) and a very sudsy hippopotamus... in a tub!
The bathtub is getting fuller and fuller these days as Emery sometimes tosses random treasures into it during it the day to play with during our nightly soak. During our last bath two chip clips, a jar lid and a rock climbing hold joined in the usual toy rotation. My husband stepped in to the bathroom to tell me something and commented on how much deeper the water is now that Emery has grown so tall (which is wonderful for me, I used to get so cold sitting in the baby-safe couple inches of water haha) and I realized how much, and how quickly, things have changed. Since Emery was two months old we've spent about an hour most nights soaking and nursing and washing and playing together in this big soaker tub. I used to sit upright while just holding her head and back and gently moving her through the water to calm her, and now I'm generally contorted against the curve of the tub wall while Emery practices her "swimmin swimmin!". We blow bubbles and squirt each other with the water gun, and every once in a while she grabs the wire basket that stores her toys on the bathtub shelf, stands up and announces "Bye! I shop! Costco!" and leans down to give my a kiss goodbye. I try to encourage that game of make-believe the most because it gets me the most kisses :)
These are the days. I want to remember it all!