Last night we got home from a week in San Diego and Anaheim to find that the house was okay. All our stuff was still there, and the water and electricity were working as expected. Only a little sunscreen was sucked out of the spray bottle in my suitcase during decompression. And Scott waited until we were back on the ground — in the middle of supper at Taco Bueno in fact — before exploding his diaper.
I call that a good end to a day of flying.
This time I took notes for most of the trip. Where we went, where we ate, what the hotels were like… I hope to post some of it in the next few days. But today I just needed to relax, a vacation from the vacation. A long soak in the bath tub sounded like a good idea.
I couldn’t just leave Scott alone while I bathed. He sat in the bathroom with me. The whole time he ran laps around the room. He was playing with toilet paper, throwing things in the trash, fishing them back out again, trying to flush the toilet, etc. Every few minutes he said “DA!!” and signed things like SOAP, WATER, and POTTY.
Most days I prefer to take a shower in the other bathroom. If the kid’s awake, though, I wash in a little bit of warm water in the bath tub. After that I take a very short shower to wash away the concentrated soapy-dirty water. Overall this wastes less hot water and keeps Scott in sight for all but a minute.
This time the goal was to soak. That meant I had more than enough water to dilute the soap and dirt, so no final rinse in the shower was needed. But Scott didn’t know that! When I stood up and grabbed a towel, he tried to close the shower curtain around the tub. He pointed and grunted as if to say “Hey Dad, ya forgot something!”
It was unbearably cute.
