Tub Cups

We have a drawer in the master bathroom filled with tub toys for the children.   Since they were very small we’ve given them a bath in the large garden tub there.   They love bath time—once they’re in the tub.   Prior to getting in the bath you’d think we were cruel, heartless parents for making them get clean.   They complaints are turning into lies now, such as saying the sitter last night gave them a bath last night, only to be recanted once we say we’ll text the sitter to confirm.   But once in the warm water, it’s getting them out that becomes the problem.

I’ve been on a hunt for good bath toys for years.   The contents of the drawer has changed over the years but toys always facilitate a fun bath experience—until lately.   Now that the children are older the games are more imaginative and verbal, with one exception—cups.   They both want a cup to pour water with.   It might be water on each other’s head, water on their toes, collect hot or cold water from the tap or, and this is a favorite, suctioning onto their knees.   Who would have thought two cups could a happy bath time make.

There has been another change, and that’s due to my daughter’s new haircut.  Her shorter hair with bangs means we don’t have to dry it and she doesn’t have to do bows or ties to keep it out of her eyes.   She can get ready for bed after exiting the tub in almost the same amount of time as her brother, which is nothing short of sheer happiness for her.

Some day we’ll move bath (or shower) time up to their bedroom, but for now it’s still a nice way to end the night before going upstairs for stories (currently the third Harry Potter book or the latest braille book sent home) before lights out.

The Big Boy Update:  My son brought home this math problem today:

I don’t know when I was dividing into a four digit number with remainder as a child but I can tell you it sure as heck wasn’t in kindergarten.  

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  Today was a bad vision day.   I was hoping we were over the big vision fluctuations, but apparently we’re not.   Her VI teacher and I talked briefly after her Orientation and Mobility session at the rose garden today and she said, “it’s worrisome” because my daughter wasn’t able to see things (big and close up things) she could see last week.   Hopefully tomorrow her vision will be improved.   But then again, that’s my hope every day.