Since she was little Frances has loved her bath. Loved. And now I love her bath too. Especially when she doesn't want to sleep and doesn't want to eat and wants to will herself to be an extension of my arms, the bath is our little slice of baby zen.
She knows when you prop her on the side of the tub to watch the water fill up that good things are coming. Once she's plunked in she searches out her favourite bath toys (a blue penguin, an orange puffer fish and a white pelican) and proceeds to regale them with her day's adventures. After they've heard about the floor fluffs she found to eat and the kitty that keeps eluding her she'll scoop up the face cloth to chew on until an interesting-looking starfish floats by.
No matter what kind of day we've had the bath promises a half an hour of contentment. A chance to sit back and exhale and watch her splash around full of silliness and joy.
(Photos by Rob)
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