Wednesday, March 6, 2013

The Small Things

Some days....some days it is all I can do to get home and get dinner on the table without collapsing from exhaustion.  I'm really too young to feel this old.  And some nights I want to throw away all the uneaten food and paper plates - no dishes to wash, and just crawl in the bed.  Some nights I try to get out of giving you a bath.  Gross, I know.  I try to justify "no bath night" by saying, "it was cold today, you didn't play outside, you didn't sweat.  You don't have to have a bath tonight."  Oh, but you love bathtime so much.

And I wearily prep you for bathtime and get you in the bath.  Even when I am really tired or just want a break....


 I remember these smiles and giggles.  And I remember why I always say "yes" to bath time.

I love how you play so intently. 

And I love how you think if you hide behind the curtain that I can't see you and you won't have to get out.

 I love you Carter Boy!

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