Slippery Carpet

Okay.

So today's story has nothing to do with the photos,

but I had to share. 

Piper has been fighting getting in the bathtub for the past week or so.

I'm not sure why,

but I hope it passes soon.

I can manage to scrub her down 

while she's standing in the water fighting me,

but I can't wash her hair that way.

I've managed to wash it twice this week.

Once was by letting her get into my big bathtub

and filling it up to her neck with bubbles. 

(Easy to do with baby Aveeno body wash and the jets from the tub!)

She fought getting OUT of that bath!

I was able to scrub scrub scrub her from head to toe

while she played in there.

She's never been so clean!

The second time was today.

I remembered how much she likes the showers at the public swimming pool,

so I offered for her to get in my shower.

It worked and I was able to scrub her until her scalp was raw.

When she got out of my shower,

I told her to stand still on the tub mat because the floor would be slippery.

She didn't listen,

stepped off the mat

and hit the floor.

Standing up and trying not to cry,

she looked at me knowing that she had not listened.

I explained how slippery a ceramic floor can be when it's wet

and that she had to be careful.

A moment later I see her tiptoeing across the bathroom floor

to the safety of the carpet in my bedroom.

Upon her safe arrival,

she exclaimed, "I did it, Mommy!"

Sigh.

Do I congratulate her or do I scold her for not listening AGAIN!

I didn't have a chance for either. 

Ten seconds later,

my incredibly clumsy child

tripped over Blue's dog bed and hit the floor again.

This time, as she picked herself up she exclaimed,

"The carpet is a little bit slippery too, Mom!"

xo

xo

What makes Piper the happiest I've ever seen her?
Her boyfriend.
Her best friend.
Two $1.00 beach balls.
And a water sprinkler. 

Absolute fun!

Too many mosquitos outside for me,
so I'll just stay and play in my own little jungle. 

I started this post with a Piper story, so I should end it with a little Elliotte story.

It's short and simple. 

I have a very happy baby that loves to smile and loves her pacifier. 

What could possibly be wrong with that?

Just one thing.

Every time she smiles (which is often), her soother falls out.  :-D