Mr. Bubbles

September 1, 2011

in Mommy-ville Detour

So this summer, we took the Little Man to The Lake and spent ten days tossing him in the water.  Then we bought him a wading pool.  And spent the last month tossing him in the water.  All in addition to his nightly bath.  Where we filled the tub with toys and enough water to sink the Titanic, and tossed him in.

Surprisingly, all this tossing of the Little Man into the water?  Did nothing to alleviate his apparent distaste for the water.

Until Aunt Emily came.

Oh, how we LOVE Aunt Emily!  She is the Little Man’s favorite person in the World.  It doesn’t matter that I gave him the Gift of Life.  Or that his father, the Big Man, shares his cookie with him Every.  Single.  Evening.

In case you missed the emphasis there – the Big Man?  Shares with NO ONE.  NO. ONE.  Except the Little Man.  It’s kind of a big deal.

But does this matter in the eyes of the Little Man?  Not at all.  Aunt Emily is the shit.  No ifs, ands, or buts about it.  She’s smart, pretty, knows how to run around and wrestle with him, is willing to read him the same book over and over again until they’ve both managed to memorize it forwards And backwards, and loves him unconditionally.  Also?  She shares her cookies.

If Aunt Emily asked the Little Man to do something drastic like, I don’t know, eat his vegetables?  He would.  In a heart beat.

So it should come as no surprise that when she took over bath time for the week that she was visiting, and casually asked him one night to relax, enjoy his bath, and take a freakin’ seat?

He did.

Like it was no big deal.  Like he hadn’t been stubbornly standing for twenty minutes straight every single night throughout his bath for the past THREE MONTHS.

Whatever.  At least my kid?  Wasn’t going to be the weird one in the family anymore.

Of course, it turns out that sitting in the bath wasn’t the only trick the Little Man finally mastered that week.

Apparently, he also learned how to get himself INTO the bathtub.  By himself.

As in, without help from his mother.

Who, one evening after Aunt Emily flew back to paradise home, was busy changing the Little Miss’s diaper, and thought that the Little Man was busy putting toys into the rapidly filling bathtub.  From the outside of the bath.  Fully clothed.

I was right about one thing.

He was fully clothed…


Megan (Best of Fates) September 6, 2011 at 10:10 am

Haha – what a hilarious visual. Aunt Emily sounds awesome.

Domesticated Gal September 6, 2011 at 10:35 am

She is! Especially since it means I can leave the kids with her now and again!

Krystyn September 2, 2011 at 12:55 pm

Our Aunt Emily has the exact same effect! It’s just not fair!

Domesticated Gal September 2, 2011 at 6:03 pm

Its not! But at least they are using their powers for good at the moment!

Maggy September 1, 2011 at 3:30 pm

The obvious purpose of this post was to make me feel very jealous of Aunt Emily and want to use up all my vacation time to fly out and read Bobby more books, forwards backwards AND upside down. And snuggle with Izzy. Consider your goal achieved.

Angela Lynn September 1, 2011 at 10:23 am

Laundry and a bath in one shot?? Doesn’t sound too bad to me! Saves water, time, effort, energy, and money. He was thinking of you Mom! Ha!Ha!

Domesticated Gal September 1, 2011 at 12:39 pm

This is true…maybe we should just start feeding him in the bath too? So tempting some days!

NSC September 1, 2011 at 9:39 am

Now, that makes me feel all guilty, since when dear sister and Niece were in town a few weeks ago, I was the cool aunt she listened to…for all of three days. Then she realized I was just a different looking version of mommy and started pulling her shenanigans.
Maybe you could use Aunt Emily as a threat, to do what you want now?? If you don’t eat your cauliflower, Aunt Emily WILL NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN.

Domesticated Gal September 1, 2011 at 10:17 am

Lol, hadn’t thought of that – although we live 17hrs away, so he might think we were actually serious! But there are plenty of times I’ve thought about skyping her so She can cajole him into behaving!

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