Bathtime is for Losers
So, how long do we let Bjorn go without taking a bath before Lars and I are technically considered bad parents? 2 Days? 3? How about 6? Because I think that’s what day we were on when I finally caved and put him in the tub today. A good scrub-down with some baby wash and he’s good as new! Every night this past week its been one reason or another as to why we shouldn’t wash him. He are some of them:
- He’s going to daycare tomorrow, where he will inevitably just sit in a pile of mud and eat sand all day long.
- Why give him a bath now when he’s just going to eat a graham cracker later and get crumbs of graham cracker goodness stuck all over his face, hair, god knows where else?
- My back hurts
- I think the baby pool counts as a bath?
- My back still hurts
Anyway–it was a major accomplishment today to get him into the tub. He friggin LOVES bathtime so I don’t know why I don’t just let him get in the tub more often. Oh yeah, I know–because it is SO BORING. I mean, its okay if you have a good book to read. Also Bjorn tries to stand now, regardless of the imminent doom he faces from trying to stand on a slick porcelain surface with limited agility. So that, too, is a challenge. I really should keep my little man more clean, though. New Year’s Resolution?
Things are good in Ann Arbor. We’ve really been enjoying our new home and especially its proximity to downtown. This weekend I woke up on a beautiful Saturday morning and Bjorn and I headed down to get a cup of coffee at Sweetwaters. Then we headed over towards Zingerman’s where I picked up some pecan cranberry bread (umm so good!). Lastly, we strolled through the Farmer’s market where blueberries were in full swing as were bouquets of beautiful flowers. We picked out a bouquet of orange butterfly flower with some baby’s breath. Back home at 9:30am and I felt rejuvenated and full of life’s bounty and all that poetic wholesome nonsense. But truly, I felt so thankful that our community offers us the opportunity to have these wonderful niches of time. Saturday mornings at the farmers market with my sweet baby boy are just special times.
Michigan summers create for beautiful flowers. I’ve included some photos of Bjorn in our backyard among the hydrangeas that are just so fantastic to look at.
My little wild thing...tamed by the hydrangeas
"Not sure why dad put me here to take my photo...."
Mommy needs to remember to put her hair in a pony tail the next time she decides to give Wild Thing a piggy back ride. He is a big fan of using hair as "reigns"--piggy back ride not required.