Nick loves bubbles. When I wash his hair he wipes the shampoo out of his hair and rubs it on my arms and laughs. He rubs them on his arms and then shows me how to make them go away by dunking his arm in the water. So I thought I'd give him an extra special treat tonight with his first ever bubble bath.
He watched closely as I added the bubble bath under the running water. He listened and heard the fizzing noise as some of the bubbles popped. He almost forgot about dumping his potty into the toilet he was so intent on getting into the tub.
I picked him up and set him on his feet in the warm, sudsy water. He squatted down. He howled. "No bubbles!" he cried. "No bubbles!"
"Honey, you like bubbles. These are just like the ones you get washed with but there's lots of them to play with!"
"No bubbles! Get out." Tears start to well up in his scared little eyes. "Get out!"
So there was no bath tonight. So much for my extra special treat.
When I tucked him into bed he told me "Tomorrow bath. No bubbles." Then he smiled at me, "Silly Mom."
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
- Overheard while Nick was "reading" in the other room: "X, A, F, B. Good job!"
- But maybe it really was a good job, because reading G is for Gecko tonight I'd say Nick got 75% of his letters right. I knew that he knew some letters, but I was more than surprised at some of the ones he identified.
- Luke has decided he loves his daddy. His face lights up with a big grin when Ben makes faces at him.
- Nick twines his fingers through my hair when I sing to him before bed. Lately song requests have included the dump truck song, the cement mixer song, and the mac-cheese song.
- If someone would hold him up, Luke would be perfectly happy to stand on his feet all day long. I'm cleaning off the exersaucer tonight. Tomorrow he'll be 16 weeks old. Already.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Are there any flowers so sweet as the dandelions picked by a two year old for his mommy? I wished I had a camera with me today to catch a picture of him running around the yard with two bright yellow flowers gripped so hard in his hand that the stems were broken and the heads dangling toward the ground. And he still held them up to show me, proud as can be, as he announced, "Picked flowers!"