When it gets dark outside and Keagan starts banging her little fists against the bathroom door and yelling, it could only mean one thing....bath time. I open the door, and she goes into her turbo crawl across the tile floor. She pulls herself up on the side of the tub and smacks it until I get the water the right temperature.
I snatch her up and undress her. This is the only time she cooperates with me. Any other time she is wiggling and turning and grabbing at anything she can get her grubby little paws on, but she sits patiently and waits until her diaper is wrapped up in a bundle. Then, It's right back to her frenzied excitement.
I put her in the water and the first time her little fist hits the water, she splashes me directly in the face. I swear, the aim on that girl. I don't mind, though. We both laugh. She gleefully kicks and splashes and giggles. I try to hold her still long enough to actually wash her, and then just let her play. She is fascinated by the water flowing from the tap. She runs her hands through it and plays with her reflection in the faucet.
I let her play until she's pruney and we're both soaked, and finally manage to extract her from the tub. We both love our time to play and splash together. I can't help but think that someday I'm going to look back and miss this.
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