Tonight was hockey night, and hockey night leads to going out for a beer afterwards night, and now it's late. I'd like to leave you, then, with just one event from the day.
Out kids' have completely different trajectories in their enjoyment of water. It's not water in general, I guess, but water during bathtime - water in a lake or ocean seems to be a different animal altogether. But when they were little, Abby hated it and Lily was a little tadpole. As the time is passing, Abby is enjoying it much more, while Lily considers it liquid death. Baths are starting to become difficult with her; she likes it when she sits in it and it's mostly inert, but if you try and clean her face or get her hair wet, she gets rapidly agitated. A few passes of the washcloth are enough to send her scurrying to the far side of the tub for cover. She just hates it, and no more so than when we lay her down to rinse her hair off. It's bloody murder.
It was business as usual for tonight's splash-a-thon, and Lily was in no mood for any of it. I decided to try and show her that water was really no big deal - and was actually quite a hoot to play with - so I leaned my head over the tub, scooped a scoop of water and poured it over my head.
The reaction was swift and deafening. Lily screamed in utter fear and horror, as if I'd peeled back my face to reveal the head of a velociraptor. She was terrified. Abby's reaction was pretty much the same, but sometimes it's really hard to interpret whether she's really upset or just reacting to Lily, which is pretty common.
I quickly leaned in and gave Lily a big hug to show her I was okay - we werelaughing hysterically the whole time, of course - and gave her some soapy kisses. She was truly pretty shaken up by it, and took a few minutes to calm them both down.
This marks the end of my trying to make things better. Ever. They backfire on me.
Day three hundred and twenty four.
Okay, last day to recycle FL pictures...
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