Bath time is generally a fun time with Alby. Having been thrown in the deep end (literally) with swimming lessons every week since he was 16 weeks old, he is incredibly confident and happy in the water.
He splashes, he kicks, he blows bubbles and nowadays he even
ensures I don’t miss out on the action by washing my face (or at least that’s
what I’ve decided to interpret the sloppy face stroking as). He as also started to wash himself which I
think is tremendously grown up.
On the self-washing I, once again, find that other parents
are probably my most informative teachers. On Easter Sunday Alby shared the
bath with his two cousins. Under
instruction from his mother Oliver busily soaped his tummy and arms and I
thought “Alby could do that” – and he can.
And he has. For a whole week now.
And yes, it is just as impressive as it sounds.
Anyway, the inspiration for this post doesn’t come from his
time in the bath but the lovely little game he had with himself after his
bath. Have shone the projector on the
ceiling, wall, bath and door, and then on his stomach, knee, hand and foot, and
having been massaged he decided to do a little dance and then…
… sit in a box. And
so he remained for a good ten minutes or so.
Every now and then he would
rearrange the towels around him or shift his position, but mostly he just sat
there. Waving his sock about. Having a giggle or pondering the world.
It’s not a bad life this.
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