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Bath Switcheroo

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So it was Owen’s bath time and he was being his stubborn self whining about everything—whining to come upstairs, whining to get his shirt off, whining to take his underwear off, whining to get in the tub, whining to let me wash his hair—though of course he couldn’t tell me why he was whining other than “Because I’m not happy.” So I matter-of-factly told him I was going to give him his bath whether he was whining or not or whether he was happy or not.

After washing his hair I was just tired of it so asked if he wanted daddy instead…and he said yes. So we switched (he had Katie) and I heard some lightsaber sounds in there and it seemed like things were going better…when Tom came out to tell me what Owen had just said.

Tom: What’s going on in here?
Owen: Mama is very very upset with me and I don’t know why.

Kids.

Sick kids suck.

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Why does no one warn you that sick kids refuse to take medicine, and if they finally do try taking it, they make themselves vomit?

Owen was an absolute CHAMP taking liquid Tylenol this morning. So when we tried after his nap? He took it, but refused to swallow it…just swishing it around in his mouth, with it slowly dripping out. I kept telling him he needed to swallow it and to NOT spit it out. So of course he started crying, which led to barfing…every single thing from breakfast six hours before—including whole chunks of bagel that he apparently didn’t chew.

Ugh.

I caught most of it in a blanket, but he still hit the couch and it was all over him.

So he had to take a bath AND take the medicine again. The second time he opted for the dissolvable candy-like pills (I always give him an option)—and he STILL looked like he wanted to vomit except he was completely empty.

Sick kids suck. (And I’m hoping the fever is directly related to the pink eye and he’s not actually sick because tomorrow we head to Chapel Hill for his genetics appointment and Friday Tom and I have an event to go to with friends).

I guess this is the payback I get for him never being sick when he was little.

I think someone was jealous.

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All I know is that when Katie was done with her bath (which we do on the floor because there’s really no good/convenient spot to do it on a counter—and I can manage it by myself if I have to) Owen was standing there looking a bit longingly at the tub. I actually thought he might hop in fully clothed, so I asked if he wanted to get in. No, he didn’t. Then by the time I walked to the toy room to dress Katie, Tom yelled at me that my boy was in the tub!

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Then…and now.

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Showers!

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Owen now likes to take showers with mom and dad. 😐

It started a few weeks ago when he became intrigued by me taking a shower—I usually grab my five-minute shower while he’s watching TV and playing in the morning, and at first he asked what I was doing and then it turned into him telling me “Taking a shower!” Cute, right? I thought he might want to get in, but I was saved by the fact that he didn’t really want anything to do with getting in while it was running (though he’d gladly go in afterwards).

So this weekend when Tom was home, Owen desperately wanted to get in the shower with Tom. He actually let us get him undressed and walked into the shower…but wasn’t crazy about the water coming from above—and kept opening the door trying to get out. But he did like spraying the handheld part at Tom and the doors…just not on himself. That was Saturday morning.

Fast forward to this morning, when Owen desperately wanted to take a shower when I did. I told him if he could get undressed all by himself, he could take a shower with me—guessing that it wouldn’t happen because he really doesn’t know how to get undressed by himself yet.

Ha.

I was obviously completely wrong. He had his pants off in about 10 seconds (though that’s one thing we have been working on so that wasn’t a big stretch)…but then he was seriously taking his T-shirt off, which he always has given up on before! I did have to give him a small clue about bending his arm to pull it out of the short sleeve, but otherwise he got it all by himself! Okay then, I guess he earned a shower!

By this time, Tom had wandered back into the bathroom and saw what was going on and took Owen’s diaper off. And this time he LOVED getting his head wet with the handheld shower, let me wash his hair, and soaped himself! He didn’t want to get out! And loves saying he took a shower!

So now if I want to shower alone, I have to do it before he wakes up or during his nap!

I just love my boy.

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He was eating his sammich for breakfast when he says “Bunny!” And I looked, and damn if his last remaining piece of crust didn’t look like a bunny (I tried to get a good pic but this is the best I could get.) So he hopped it through the yogurt a few times, then ate it. 🙂

You have to love his imagination. He says “Statue!” then points out the eyes, nose, and mouth! (Well, I saw the face, too—but I’m not sure why he called it a statue.)

One of his new games is to fake run into something and fall, saying “Help! Help! Mama help!” If Tom is around, he’ll go over and fawn over him, pick him up, then carry him to me where I zerbert his belly. If it’s just me, he’ll just lay there saying help help help in the cutest voice. I might go over and say “Oh no! Did you fall down? Are you okay?” To which he responds yes, he’s okay. This was one of his falls today where he ended up just laying there chilling out. 🙂

Then, while he was playing in the bath, I hear “Copter!” and look down and see this. I love his imagination.