Showing posts with label bathtime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bathtime. Show all posts
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Friday, April 6, 2012
Sweet Girl
Warning: the following contains mention of POOP and bathtime, so if you find discussion of poop and bathtime offensive, do not read on. :)
Here's a story about Lily that I don't want to forget. I've had a really intense school week, with a conference this weekend and other papers due besides. So, it's just been one of those chapters where you are trying to be conscious of taking care of yourself (which often falls to the wayside as a mother) as well as your family, because a meltdown is imminent. These just are part of life, from time to time. You know what I mean?
So, anyways, with a stress meltdown on the way, I was looking for ways to rest and exercise and not get sick. On Wed. morning I had a particularly intense yoga session and was SO sore by the end of the day. My instructor advised an Epsom salt bath, which I immediately shrugged off, because....well, who has time for a bath? However, after class on Wed night, it was clear that a bath was in order.
Jeremy was extremely supportive and provided me the time and space to take this bath. Lily, however, was extremely interested in this self-care project and since she it takes her forever to wind down at night, she was very aware that mama was in the bathroom beside her, doing something that she felt was awesome ("You're gonna SIT DOWN?!").
I told her I needed space and quiet and she said she would stay in her room. However during the course of the bath, I heard her come out of her room and open the bathroom door; several times she called to me softly through the "burnace" (which connects the bathroom to her room). I was annoyed that I couldn't even have a quiet bath, so I pretended I didn't hear her and she left me alone after a few minutes.
When I got out, she heard me walking to my room and this is the conversation that ensued:
Lily: (quietly) Mom?
Me: Yes? You should be asleep sweetie...
Lily: Are you done?
Me: Yes, I'm done.
Lily: Can I use the bathroom and go poop now?
Me: (horrified!) Lily!! You should have told me you needed to use the bathroom!!
Lily: I just wanted you to have your bath.
Enough said.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
More IL Moments
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Old Friends, New Friends
This past weekend, we had an alumni soccer game at Milligan. Seven girls from my era came back to play together. We had the BEST time! One of the sweetest parts of the weekend was the bonding between our children. My great friend Salem, who (whom?) I played with all four years (AND whom (who?) I haven't seen in NINE years), brought her three daughters to stay at our house. It was absolutely incredible how my daughter and her daughters hit it off immediately - almost as if something from Salem and I's friendship from those formative years had been passed on to them. We agreed to get together more often, for their sake...and ours :) 

Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Don't Drink the Water (Highlights from last week)
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bathtime,
conversations,
dad,
reading,
sleeping beauty,
talking,
words
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Week in Pictures and Videos (a.k.a. The Week of RAIN)
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