Kyalo loves his bath. When we start the water he'll come running (crawling, as the case may be) from anywhere else in the house; he'll stop crying or fussing -and start laughing - the minute it starts. A bath at the end of the day has become a part of his bed time routine, which is a far cry from the early days in Kijabe when he was lucky to get a bath once a week! But it was such an ordeal to give him a bath then...I'd have to boil water in the kettle a couple of times and fill a little basin. We didn't have hot water in the house, nor a stopper that fit the tub. He was so young, I didn't think it mattered. . .
Yesterday morning as I was getting myself ready for the day, and -- I thought -- Kyalo was playing contentedly with some toys, I turned around and found this:
little rascal!
I'm just thankful he was still in his jamies, so I didn't have to change him a second time!
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i have several photos of you, fully clothed, in the bathtub. i, however, am not so fully clothed. sigh.
also, i'm thinking that i'm seeing a whole lotta red highlights there. just saying...
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