one for the books

Now that the Little Miss is in the transition to bipedalism, we've matured from the pre-bath ritual of naked playing on the bed, to standing by the tub watching the water fill it up (as shown below). It's, of course, adorable. And it's the only time we get to see her little body looking more like a toddler instead of an infant. This special time comes with the risk of her peeing on the floor while her diaper is off. Not a big deal since it's easy to clean up, you just have to be on the watch for it. Until...

The other night I hadn't noticed she'd peed while the tub was filling. Cash came in, clicking his paws on the floor behind her. She whipped around to see where her pal was. As you might guess, she slipped and her feet flew up and the back of her head landed first. Poor, poor girl. What could possibly be worse than slipping on your own pee and then lying in it? She was screaming, big lower lip out, her little naked body and hair damp and stinky. I wrapped her in a towel and tried to calm her down, but eventually she would have to get in the tub. Still extremely upset, she refused to get in the tub. So, I decided to get in with her. She was so surprised to see me hop in with her, she forgot about what had happened. I filled the tub up, and Grant poured water on our shoulders while her little chubby body sat on my lap. It was probably one of the sweetest things that we've done yet. Funny how such a sad, kind of gross thing turned into an unexpected, very sweet memory.
And yes...she knows exactly what she's doin'.