A new month, a new theme. September is about bathrooms. This will be the third self-portrait I've taken in our small and not very flash bathroom (one here and one here). Although I must say, it is a lot nicer since G put in the shelf and the little cabinet and I made a new shower curtain from seventies material from the opshop (it's Sheridan, I have a pillow case in the same design but orange and white). Maybe I'll explore other bathroom settings, like perhaps the one at work. If I can get over my fear of someone finding me taking my picture there.
I don't know if you can tell, because I look as tired as I feel, but this is one of the nicest parts of my working day. If I get home lateish, G gives Grace her dinner while I get changed and have a little time to myself and then we all hang out in the kitchen for a while. Then I give Grace her bath. As you can see, it's not particularly onerous. Once teeth and face are done, we have a chat, count bath toys and then Grace washes dollies hair. Dolly always gets soap in her eyes and cries, heh heh heh. Sometimes there's a moment when seven o'clock rolls around and it's time to get out of the bath, but we're moving to an understanding that if she gets out of the bath herself there's one two, three, whizzy (a jump off the side of the bath with mummy holding her hands). Getting dressed is OK as long as Grace is allowed to do most of it herself. Including choosing a nappy and getting it ready for putting on (thankfully she has at last accepted that she can't put a nappy on herself). If I try and do anything that she can do herself, it's an almighty battle. That can last until bedtime. Surprisingly, bedtime is not a battle. Tonight at seven thirty, I asked Grace what time is it? and she replied, bedtime. Got off my knee and went to kiss Daddy. Five minutes later she was tucked in with seven of her favourite toys and off to the land of nod.
Lots more bathrooms here.