Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Squeaky Clean

Today, my friend Ali posted a about successfully coaxing her adorable son to take a bath on his own.  Looking at August peacefully hanging out in the tub with his floating book, rubber ducks and bright blue bucket forced me to remember those enchanting days long ago when the simple joys of bath time made every day of my life just a little brighter...
...until it dawned on me that Emma always used to act like a sweet and loving big sister right before she'd attempt to drown her little brother.  Good times.

3 comments:

Ali said...

What a perfect series of photos! Love them

Mel said...

Thanks for the walk down memory lane! Can you believe that devil of a girl took her first high school exams today?? How time flies.

Angela said...

That's awesome. I don't know why, but it reminds me of the time H was sweetly talking to C while C was in his crib when we first brought him home -- then proceeded to jump off the bed and dive bomb him! You are right about bath time though. There's something that was always very special about that time of night.

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