Before we got back to NZ, Riley went through a two week period of HATING the bath. She would fight getting in, cry the whole time, and especially hated having her hair washed. I don't know what the deal was, since she previously loved it, but part of it was probably due to her being sick and just feeling irritable in general, but then it hung around post-sickness, so I don't know what the deal was. But since we've been back to our house in NZ, she's back to her usual bath-loving self. Thankfully. Bath time battles are no fun at all.
And I've been trying to get back into the habit of taking more pictures again. I left my charger for one camera in the US, and my memory card for the other camera in the US as well (and no they are not interchangeable). So I was limiting my picture taking until I got those two pieces for my cameras, and now they are here! And I might be unique in that we actually have really good natural light in our bathroom for bath time pictures. Sadly, this was the very first face she gave me:
And I've been trying to get back into the habit of taking more pictures again. I left my charger for one camera in the US, and my memory card for the other camera in the US as well (and no they are not interchangeable). So I was limiting my picture taking until I got those two pieces for my cameras, and now they are here! And I might be unique in that we actually have really good natural light in our bathroom for bath time pictures. Sadly, this was the very first face she gave me:
What a goof. Right after this she was playing happily with this little red cup, and she would bring it up to her head and laugh and laugh, so I told her to do it again so I could take a picture. Well, actually, I told her to "put it on your head, Riley!" So she decided to fill it with water this time and then put it on her head. She was not pleased with my suggestion.
Not to worry, she recovered pretty quickly.
Yup, bath time is a favorite activity once again. Full of playing with letters and numbers, eating bubbles (yum), fishing for tur-turs (turtles), fishies, and oc-poo (octopus). Splashing and pouring water on herself, submerging ducks and letting them go and watching them pop above the surface. Standing up and sitting down quickly so she can splash with her little butt. It's fun, I tell you. Until, of course, it's time to get out. But with a lot of advanced notice, and the ability to bring a few bath toys out of the bath, and if all else fails, lots and lots of singing and dancing by daddy, we can usually avoid any meltdowns.
Yup, bath time is back in the good books. Just the way we like it.
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