Moldy bath water and sqeaky fish…

November 8, 2009

Cayden is the exact same length as our bathtub.

This may not seem like a news worthy revelation to most- but to me it was a undeniable sign that my boys are growing up.  But why the bathtub? 

It wasn’t too long ago that both of the “man-beast” insisted that they bathe together.  It was also mandated that a vast array of toys (both aquatic and non-aquatic) would accompany them to the point that the weight of the toys would push the water table to the lip of the tub.

I hate bathtub toys.  

Especially, squeaky, plastic fish that suck up a quart of bath water every time you squeeze their obnoxious neon colored bodies.  Something you may not know- It only takes a week for mold to grow inside squeaky plastic fish.  Something else you may not know- my kids liked sucking the moldy water out of their bath toys almost as much as they liked squirting me in the face with moldy water.

Why else would I hate bath toys?  I guess the big reason is my kids never quite figured out how to put them away- and of course I never quite caught on to their inability to properly stow hard plastic action figures and pointy sailed water craft.  It’s not that I didn’t think about it on occasion.  It’s just that those occasions normally occurred at 5am when I was trying to quietly jump into the shower before going to work.  I can recall several extremely unhappy mornings tweezing G.I. Joe accessories from my feet praying for the day when my kids would be old enough to safely take a shower.

That day is here- they shower like little men.

Except when they’re sick- which Cayden currently is.

Cayden’s the same length as our tub.

He can’t swim laps anymore.

Nor does he desire a rubber Nemo filled to the brim with moldy lukewarm bath water.

He’ll still let me wash his hair and scrub his back- but only if he has a strategically placed wash cloth covering his man-parts (burgeoning humility?)

I still have the bathtub toys- I guess it’s probably safe to throw them out.

Funny, I couldn’t wait for this day to get here, now I’m not so sure I’m ready to let go.

If only I had a nickel for every time I’ve said that…

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Teri and the cats of Furrydance posted the following on November 8, 2009 at 2:40 pm.

Ha, a nickel…what a sweet perspective on growing up.

George Carlin said we should be born old and get younger as we age, and pass on as infants…

Mary Hanson posted the following on November 8, 2009 at 9:56 pm.

We are the same way here… Joey is 7 and all shy about being nekkid as he gets out of the bath or shower. So sweet… and yes, time goes by exponentially fast, those little mispronounced words are pretty much gone too. Sigh. Bittersweet. 🙂

Craig posted the following on November 9, 2009 at 3:27 pm.

We were videotaping the twins eating and one of them completely ran through everyones in the familys names. Ellie, Maggie, Mommy, Daddy, Belle, Beau. After I removed the foriegn object from my eye that was causing them to water, I thought there a milestone that we’ll never get back.


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