It's been a long day. Shoot, a long week. By 5:30 Lilly is already rubbing her eyes with her fists, covering them with her forearms, staring off into the distance. By 6:00 she's had plenty of naked play time and we decide it's time for a bath and then off to bed. So relieved that our daughter made it through play time without tinkling on the blanket, we whisked her off to the bath tub, grinning with pride.
Ever so careful not to upset the babe during one her newly-loathed activities, I lower her two feet into the water. Cooing and babbling with delight, I reassure her in her own language that this is a good thing. Daddy comes in and has a seat to help make this a fun time.
Still standing, I decide Lilly is ready to move to a seated position. Tinkle. Tinnnnnnnkle. Tink. Tink. Tinkle.
Daddy empties the tub and we start over.