I'm changing the tone of this blog a little bit. I'm going to be focusing more on a specific moment that stands out to me from each day, assuming any do. The other stuff I've been doing is great, but it doesn't feel quite right to me. So, here goes.
After far too long, I finally got the kids into the tub again today. It was an interesting experience. Bath time usually is, but today's adventure was a different sort. For one thing, Arabelle has begun the journey into irrational fears that all 2-year-olds go through. If not for some new bath toys, I don't think I would have been able to get her in the water at all. Once she was in, however, she didn't mind any part of getting clean. The one exception to this was when my washing her hair inhibited her ability to play.
The second reason it was a different experience: While still panicky when water got too near his forehead, Yonah was doing his best to rinse out his hair by himself. It's been close to two years since his fear of hair washing began; I believe I witnessed the beginning of the end. I suppose I never really expected him to grow out of it. It will be odd to slowly do away with the extra care his baths have required.
But put those two occurrences aside, and that bath was still something that stands out to me about the day. Sorting through a pile of freshly laundered rags and washcloths on my lap as I observed the two interacting and playing with each other in the bubbles and water . . . It was perfect. I will very much miss the combined baths when they begin to lose the innocence of the very young.