In the Bath*

In the evenings, Ellie feels a rage with all humanity, but particularly with Leo and I.

Because we’re DOING IT** WRONG.

There are a few things that soothe this wrath.  Going outside is one, but sometimes it rains.  And there aren’t any comfy chairs out there, which may not seem like much to you, but is rather important when you’re supporting a smaller than Margaret but nevertheless large-sized infant.  Rocking back and forth in the rocking chair while listening to white noise helps.  Being in the sling helps.

But perhaps the most sure-fire way to make Ellie calm down is to stick her in the bath.

And by the bath I mean a special, no doubt patented, baby-friendly bucket.

And there she sits, not screaming at all, though wondering a bit who the crazy lady is who keeps pouring water over her head and waving a camera in her face exhorting her to smile.

*Go and listen.  Ellie likes it.

**Whatever it is.  She’s not sure, but she knows it’s wrong.