So, daddy thought it would be fun to fill up the garden tub for bath time. In theory, this does sound fun, I'll admit. The problem is, the water was up to my shoulders so I couldn't lean forward to get my bath toys without taking water to the face. This made me, naturally, want to stand. I kept trying to stand and daddy kept trying to get me to sit back down. This resulted in a slippy move that caused my face to hit the water first and then an over-correction that made the back of my head hit the water next. At least no one hit the side of the tub, but I was NOT a happy camper. Gasping, choking, pretty sure I was about to drown.
The next time daddy tried to give me a bath I wouldn't even sit down... even though there was only an inch of water in the tub. I was scarred.
Mama spent yesterday and today easing me back in to the routine. Sitting in the tub with no water, sitting in the tub in her lap, sitting in the tub on my own but right in front of her, and then eventually she eased out of the tub and left me in there playing. I think I'm cured... whew!
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