Her favorite place to play…

Two weeks ago, I brought the wee one in from the pool, stripped her down and then realized I wasn’t quite ready to dress her yet. 

So, I plopped her in my bathtub.  It’s a big space, there are thing she can play with (after I moved the razor and the candle that sits in a glass holder) and if she pees, it’ll be easy clean up.  I did not know that this split second decision I made to try to help clear up her diaper rash and give me a minute to get out of my own wet suit would cause my child to see my bathroom… my sanctuary, my quiet space, my happy place… as her personal playground. 

But, boy oh, boy…. does she….

I fought it for a few days.  Said no.  Told her the toilet paper was not a toy.  Rationalized that there was much more room to crawl around outside the bathtub.  Explained that the trash and the toilet brush were “ick”.  But you know what?  You can’t really rationalize with a ten-month-old child and all of my calm voice explanations and stern admonishments got me nothing but pouty lips and tears.  So, I gave up.  And now, she spends her early evenings playing in the bathtub while I sit, okay lay, on the floor of the bathroom. 

Happy baby = Happy mommy.