usually bathtime is when cole gets cranky- doesn't matter what time of day, he gets all moody when his wet little behind hits the towel. seriously. he can play until the water gets icy and the cows have long been home, but it's a major tragedy when it's time to dry off. i've found that playing peekaboo helps a little... those hoods are good for something! anyway, he looks so cute peeking out from underneath and i never have the camera handy (makes sense- an electronic doodad doesn't belong anywhere near the tub when there's a toddler in it). last night, though, i just had to go get it because he was being so darn cute! i wish i had video, actually- tragic tears and screaming that stop on a dime as soon as the peekaboo games begin. 
this is what happened when i got up to get the camera (like, five feet away, in the dining room on the table... this kid just could not stay put). i think he got a bigger kick out of crawling around like this than playing peekaboo. thankfully he didn't leave any puddles... i didn't even think about that until after i put his diaper on.\
what a goof. anyway, bathtime has become quite an ordeal, and since he has one almost every night before bed (part of his routine, it seems to help him to realize that it's bedtime soon), by the time he's actually IN bed, i am exhausted. it always starts out fine, but once it ends, well, the entire block knows. amazingly, though, he always survives; despite what an ordeal it is, he always manages to make it through unscathed. hmmmm. miraculous! all i have to say is that this little girl can't possibly be more dramatic than her older brother- if she is, i'm in for it...
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