No matter what mood she is in, when Grace hits the bathtub each night, it's time for the roly poly to rock and roll.
First she checks out the temperature of the water...
If it's just right, then it's action time. Thrashing and splashing, like a synchronized swimmer without the synchronization. It's not a bath unless everyone gets wet. She also likes to catch the dripping water from her wash clothes held overhead....bonus points for landing in the mouth.
Shampoo time is the best time to try new hair styles. Daddy is obviously at the helm tonight. (Ehhh, fughetaboutit!)
And once everything has been rinsed off, the little shining angel appears.
And calmness once more washes over the land of Grace.
Love most certainly does live right there, and it is called baby Grace!
ReplyDeleteSweet Grace, Love not only lives there but in the hearts of all who read about you in this wonderful blog. You are a gift of love to all of us.
ReplyDeleteI second the lovely comment made by Your Texas Friends!!
ReplyDelete...and look at the position of those hands - I can see
the soft-ball catcher in a few years!
Love,
Shannon
oh that IS the sweetest wall hanging. and so perfectly appropriate.
ReplyDeletemy goodness gracer. round looks GOOD on you. you just take my breath away.