Shut-up! I am too a good mom!

I don’t know about you, but I’m not a big fan of bath time. I know some parents enjoy bath time, and I suppose they also like getting their sleeves wet up to their elbows and wrestling with slippery toddlers. Bath time reminds me of drinking margaritas...it starts out nice enough but someone always ends up crying.

However, Whitney and Heidi look forward to their luke warm bubble baths. So bath time it is! Unless of course were only talking surface grime, in which case I will usually just rub them down with baby wipes.

Anyway, let me get on with what I actually wanted to tell you.

So a couple of days ago, Whitney melted into a snotty, hysterical mess. Clearly tired I put her down for a nap. Whitney’s been having more temper tantrums lately since her napping became less frequent. She’s almost four and a half and is riding that cusp between a toddler who needs a nap and a young child who can just about make it through the day without one. However, there are those days when the lack of napping catches up to her, and her spine slips out of her back and she squirms around on the floor in a fit of rage until someone in charge puts an end to the madness and sends her to bed.

After putting Whitney down for her nap, I asked Heidi what she wanted to do. Play house? Color? Organize my business receipts? No, none of those. She wanted to take a bubble bath. Hum.

Since I’d only be responsible for the cleaning and safety of one child in that porcelain skull cracker, I decided to try and get some shots. I discovered that the sidewalls of the tub helped to defuse the light. Also, my ‘subject’ couldn’t run away. I think this whole bath time thing just may have moved up on my list of 'Things That Suck Less.'

And now, Ben and I have something to show her future gentlemen suitors.

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