Look, he's sitting up in the bath.
He's been sitting really well for a couple of weeks now. But not in the bath. Previously he tended to get a bit too excited and would throw himself back with his arms outstrectched and his little legs straightened out.
Not anymore. Now he's super happy and splashy.
And so so cute. He really is a happy baby. Such a good, good baby. I'm really lucky.
So is he. Because being number three in under three years necessitates patience and happiness and goodness. He has no choice. It is the only way he can survive being neglected.
However, he really likes attention. Most babies do. He gets so excited when he thinks you're going to pick him up. His little arms go straight out to the side and his fingers start working like mad. His legs straighten out to and his entire body violently vibrates. He smiles really big and breathes fast. If you don't pick him up when that happens, it's very, VERY sad. And he lets you know. And any grown female in close proximity must rescue him. They have no choice. They are compelled.
The girls had their third shower this evening. I get as wet as they do, but it is faster.
Rivers was the first to get a shower. It was sort of by accident. I thought she would hate it, but she really didn't. Cumorah wanted a turn and she did a lot better than I thought, too. She doesn't handle water on her face as well as Rivers, but she does all right.
So they ask for showers now. It's all the rage.
Tell Daddy what you did. 'I tooked a shower.' So proud. Such a big girl.
She is really not as excited as Rivers. She did ask for the shower, but then she changed her mind. I didn't get the picture of when she changed her mind. She wasn't very happy. She got over it as she usually eventually does. Don't forget the EVENTUALLY part (or the USUALLY part).
You can feel the water on your fingers if you wiggle them like this.
I'm a rock. Mommy, look I'm a rock. Rivers, I'm a rock. See, I'm a rock.
Are you looking, Mama? Do you see me being a rock?
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