The mistress of all things wet

Until yesterday, Franny would absolutely not use the "big bathtub". The girl who would jump off the bank into the Deschutes River and swim to the bottom of the pool would not even get into the tub up to her ankles. With so much else for her to adjust to--school and Cole being the big two--I didn't press it. Over the last month or so I have been talking up the big tub and finding fun tub toys for when the big day came. Either my strategy worked or she finally was just ready, but yesterday she climbed in without hesitation. Her "bath" lasted a good 20 minutes, although maybe five minutes of washing took place. She floated on her back, pushed around on her tummy, blew bubbles, and had a really fun time. And I was able to use the bonus 15 minutes to feed Cole and clean the bathroom. What a deal!

Her favorite toy, by far, was the watering can.