I loved our old apartment. Huge windows, carpeting, big kitchen... But I absolutely hated the bathroom. It was small, and there was no bath; only a shower stall. Which was fine, when we first moved in. But by the time I was in my last trimester with Becca, I wanted a bath. Badly. But we had a massaging shower head, so I got over it.
When Becca was born, we used her infant tub (with sling) for the first few months. Then we continued to use it, without the sling, up until a few days ago. We would just set the little tub into the shower, fill it up, and give her a bath that way. She still fit, technically, but there wasn't room to play. And she would take showers with me (more like intrude when I was already in the shower), but they weren't much fun.
One of the first things I fell in love with in this apartment was the bathrooms. There are three, two of which have actual bathtubs. Ever since we decided to move down here, there has been a lot of talk about Becca's first bath. Her first
real bath.
We moved all weekend, and finally got our bed downstairs. We went out last night for a few groceries and dinner (all of my kitchen stuff is not down here, just yet), then came home and started filling up the tub. I poured in the bubble bath; Mark helped Becca take off her clothes and diaper. Becca watched in fascination as the bubbles formed. She had never had a bubble bath before.. No point in a tiny tub.
I picked her up, and set her down in the water. She sat there a second, assessing the situation. And then she went nuts. Kicking her feet, squealing, splashing around. At one point, she stuck her face into a big pile of bubbles, then sat up, sputtering. She then realized that she could put bubbles on us, so Mark and I had to take turns sticking our faces out for her to smear.
I took a few pictures, and some video, of her playing around. I'll post it as soon as I get my computer wires downstairs.
In other news, I tried my first sip of beer the other night. Mark decided that he is old enough to be responsible about drinking, and one every once in a while would be okay (he got a little wild when he was younger, and drank a LOT), so we picked him up a six-pack of flavored beer. I tried a little sip, and ewwww. It was supposed to be pumpkin flavored, and it did not taste like pumpkin. It was just gross.
A friend of mine suggested trying again sometime with a lighter, sweeter beer. We'll see. Usually if something is an acquired taste, and it's not good for me anyhow, I just pass. I prefer wine and mixed drinks, anyhow. And the Mike's Pomegranate Lemonade. Yum.
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Aww! Megan loves our bath tub...it is one of my favorite features of the house as well; the masterbath has a seperate shower stall and garden tub. So nice. At least once a month I fill it to the top with bubbles and climb in with Megs. She loves to kick and splash, too...and she has her Dora bath doll that she likes to make bob in and out of the water.
I'm not a beer drinker either. I can do Coronas with lime, but it's not my preferred drink by any means. Tim and I tried a pumpkin spice beer a couple years ago and, yeah, not all that.
Mmmm, if you like Mike's Pom, try Mike Cranberry too- I can never decides which is my favorite between the two. I can drink a Bud Light here and there, but it's definitely not my favorite.