Friday, February 24, 2012
Hugo didn't want to bathe with his sisters tonight. This was a first. The girls were more than happy with the extra room in the tub. Toula watched and watched from the edge of the bath. I'm not sure if she was curious what the girls were doing in there or if she was nervous for them or if she wanted to be in the tub at the very same time as the stinkers. I just don't know. The girls were funny as they poured water over each others heads and slathered bubbles upon themselves and then their partner in crime. They each screamed with anger as I pulled them one by one from the water to dry them off with their bunny towels. Then I bathed Toula, while the girls watched from the outside edge of the tub.
Once the girls were tucked into bed, I called Hugo into the bathroom for a trim. His hair was cut at the sink. I let him play with the iPad for a bit to help him keep still for me. It worked for a wee bit of time. Eventually I had to bribe him with stories of chicken wings popping out of his hair and tales of armies of chickens on the move about his scalp. I suppose it sounds very silly, but it works for Hugo. He'll still sit very quiet for me so that I may rid him of these armies of chickens and he wiggles to try to see them in the mirror as I pretend to point them out. I've been telling him these stories for a long, long time now. I love that he trusts me so. Means I have to push myself to be a better mom for him with all this trust.
Another first for Hugo tonight was a shower. He has always hated them and refused for the last few years to even try one. Tonight was different. Hugo jumped in the shower before the water was warm. I warned him it wasn't ready, but he said it was wonderful. A second later he jumped from the spray saying it really was too cold! Mean momma me pushed him back into the cold water and we laughed and laughed as I got wet too. Soon the water was warm and Hugo loved it. Said he never would bathe again, only shower. Well la-di-dah! Imagine your parents might have some good ideas! I shampooed his head and stayed to help rinse the soap out of his hair, Hugo piped up with, "Privacy please!" Privacy? This word coming from my flasher of a son was laughable. It's like, with a new hair cut and his first lone shower my babe imagined himself all grown up.