Miriam usually gets a bath in the evening, signaling the beginning of the bedtime process. She has a big bag of bath toys, the five small cups with lids, the two large cups, the five milk bottles, the watering can, turtle friend, whale-y, the two fish, and pink squirter. The bath gets quite full and when I'm interested in playing we have a bit of fun pouring water from one cup, lining all the animals up on the edge of the bath, and other games. Bath time's end, or at least the end of the playing phase of the bath, happens when Miriam stands up and starts gesturing towards the towels. Sometimes we do some actual washing afterwards, usually not.
Tonight was a little different. I didn't empty the toy bag into the tub but just pulled out one of the large cups. Miriam looked smaller than usual, even with her long legs stretched out. For 10 minutes she made her own fun. She splashed. She drew with beads of water on the side of the tub. She looked at the warping of the water as she moved her hands below. She knelt and crawled and put her mouth just above the surface of the water. She picked bits of lint from between her toes and tried to grasp them as they floated through the water. I watched, wordlessly, as she tried her regular quick and confident full hand grab, only to see the fluff float away. After a few tries she slowed down, switched to a pincer grip familiar from last year, and, to my mild surprise, grabbed the fluff. Then it was stuck on her finger, clearly a wrong place for it, and that started off another round of splashing.
Yesterday's run destination: Franklin and Pennsylvania
Yesterday's menu:
breakfast: cereal
lunch: cheesy mashed potatoes
dinner: salami sandwich
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