is there anything quite as nice as getting all squeaky clean in a hot bathtub?
jude thinks not.
although we spend a lot more time standing in the tub, putting the washcloths on the built in shelf, then knocking them off- all the while singing with me in his sweet, happy voice.
he was turning into a bit of a grump this evening, but the second we stepped into the bathroom, his legs started to kick with joy and an instant smile spread across his face. and to make the night sweet perfection, he let me rock him to sleep while we chilled in the living room with gerson.
these are the evenings i want to remember forever.
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