Heels Over Head

So potty training, day 4, is not my favorite. He's not had any accidents, but Eli's attitude about it is horrible. As I mentioned yesterday, he does not want to go when I (or the timer) remind him. That is a problem when I know that we're leaving the house for two hours and he really should empty his bladder. Nonetheless, the day is half over and all parties are still alive, so it could be worse.

Instead of continuing on with my groaning and moaning where that is concerned, I'll tell you a quick story from our weekend. Maddux loves the bath. Loves the water. Loves everything associated with it. (This includes having water poured over her head and face. Actually, I'm not sure she loves the water/face combo, but she'll tolerate it because it means contact with the clear liquid.) So we fire up the bath one night and Maddux comes running, as usual. She pulls herself up on the side of the tub and reaches over to wet her tiny fingers in the running water. After she does that for a few seconds, she becomes an addict: the initial thrill has worn off and she must have more. Now her aim is to get her whole hand under the faucet. Her healthy belly and short stature make that impossible while keeping her feet on the ground, so she improvises. Mad Dog leans just far enough forward to soak her palm and bring it to her lips (what is it with my kids and the bath-water-consumption obsession!?!? You'd think we never water them!), yet not too far forward for her to fall in the tub. Then she gently gets her feet back on the ground. Back and forth she goes, two or three times, before (you guessed it) she leaned a little too far into the tub and toppled in, head-first. She wasn't hurt, but a little confused when she first came up. Very quickly her victory of being in the tub won over though, and she started to play, totally oblivious to the fact that she was fully clothed and diapered yet soaking wet. Dara Torres, watch out: this girl is a fish.