Like A Tame Bear

It has been a crazy couple of days, and bath time was last on the list of all of them! So, by today, as a former co-worker of mine used to say, X smelled like a tame bear.

Friday: Our nephew, who plays for FC Tampa Bay (an NASL soccer league, just a step below the "pros") was in town playing our local team. We met up with him and a teammate for dinner. At a very trendy restaurant. We got out of there at 10:00 p.m.!! X was SUCH a trooper, though. It didn't hurt that there was a pretty young lady sitting at the table adjacent to ours. He just flirted and flirted! So, got home late and no bath for X.

Saturday: Good friends of ours lost their oldest son on Thursday of last week, and it was the first opportunity I had to go and spend time with them. I had X duty, as Daddy was at the soccer game watching our nephew play. It's so hard watching a family you love grieve. We stayed later than I thought we would, got home around 9:30. No bath for X.

Sunday: Father's Day. Some more visiting with our dear friends. Got home at 7:30, but still no bath for X.

Monday: Daddy is sick, X is crabby and tired. Bedtime for everyone at 7:00 p.m. No bath for X.

Tuesday: FINALLY gave the little guy a bath. He is so darn cute when he laughs and splashes. This time he stuck his face in the bubbles and came up looking like Santa Claus! I just adore him, and he loves his bath time.

We have got to work on a more consistent bath routine, especially now that it's hot and sticky weather.

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