Something in the water

Bath Time.

My little Mermaid loves the water, be it at the beach, a pool or at home in the bath. Is it because she is Aquarius?

Bath time can be a long time as well as a fun time. Toys are obviously there to keep her amused but most often it is the soap and shampoos that are being played with. Water is being splashed, bubbles are expanding to a point where visibility is low. My pants are getting soaked, (should remember to take them off) and my back is starting to ache from all the crouching.

Bath time can be a dangerous time as in one occasion when my girl was younger. She was happily sitting and then in a blink of an eye was under water, mouth open, eyes open, staring straight at me. The longest 2 seconds of my life with her. Touch wood, since then bath time as I have mentioned has just been fun!

One thing I must ask though, what is in the water?

Every time and I mean every time my water baby has finished or more to the point I have commanded it to be so, I remove said child from bath and place her on a mat and then try to towel dry her, I say try because it is an effort. What is in the water?

It doesn't take her long or with much effort to escape my grasp and quick as a flash Amelie is gone! As fast as her little legs can take her she is off and running, screaming and laughing, naked as the day she was born through the house. Many times she comes to rest in her small play tent covering herself in plush toys. The other times she just doesn't stop running with me the holder of towel and all attire in full pursuit. What's in the water to cause this behaviour? Or is it just the pure joy of being totally natural and free?

Bath time is fun but whatever is in the water it is also very tiring, for me that is.

Happy 2011 to all.

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Clean Freak

I'm a clean freak. Oh yes. I know I am.

Constantly picking up any bit of paper left from devoured chocolates or twigs being brought in by people who don't remove their footwear when entering the house. Myself included.

When toys have been left abandoned for less than 5 minutes I pounce and am already packing them away to screams of "No!, I'm still playing. No!, I was coming back. No! Don't put it away yet."

I'm a clean freak. Oh yes.

Constantly washing the hands and mouth of a two and a half year old who seems to have trouble adapting to the technique or the want needed, in using a spoon or fork. Washing her hands every time she has touched anything that has not been inspected by the Health Department of Environmental Sanitation.

Constantly repeating, "No, don't touch that! Great! Now you're dirty, where are the wipes? Take your tongue off the glass door it has germs. No, the dirt from your feet don't really go with a Vegemite sandwich or Pasta or with your biscuits. Just keep your feet out of your plate unless you can use a spoon or fork with them?."

So I came to a decision. That this was not a wise way to be.

It was such a beautifully sunny day I decided to let my Aquarius have a play in our tiny wading pool. How dirty can you get in water anyway?

It was going swimmingly, for want of a better phrase as I had the pool filled with crystal clear water, I had the towel strategically placed two steps from the pool so the walk there wouldn't attract too much grass and I had my girl sitting knee deep playing with her toys. I was then able to sit and observe my frolicking mermaid, content that this was a good idea.

It wasn't long before my glistening girl came to the decision that water was certainly fun but maybe something more could be added.

With bucket and spade in hand my human earthmover heads over to the sandpit that is full of white pristine sand purchased for the sole purpose of just being sand and fills the bucket to the brim which is then transported to the pool and unceremoniously dumped in my crystal clear aqua. This is repeated a few more times.

After a very short amount of time, instead of my pure liquid, there was now a muddy brown, oozing sludge in where my wallowing piglet now bathed.

This sludge was all over her. It was all over the towel I cleverly put too close to the pool. It was even on the dog who had ventured too close to the disaster area.

I am a clean freak.  And to sit and watch without running over with hose in hand, clean towel and disinfectant was hard, very hard.

Yes I am a clean freak, oh yes I am but... watching my smudged girl laughing, covered from head to foot in a brownish tinge having a great time feeling the texture and experimenting... I remembered I wasn't always a clean freak. I remembered when young how much fun it was to get absolutely filthy, to lie in soot and mud making pies or fake drinks.

That's when I decided to relax and enjoy what I beheld. That's when I recollected that this age is one of the most enlightening, the most fun, the most free. My angel being nearly three now, I decided to let her get as smudgy, grubby, mucky even dare I say, unsanitary as she wants.

Anyway, I can always wash her later because as you know... 

I am a clean freak.

To Experiencing

To Fun

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