I have mentioned several times before how much Summer loves to shower. Forrest, on the other hand, is more of a bath boy. Last night, however, they both opted for the bath. Summer would just stand under the water for hours if I let her take a shower. Summer is becoming more and more independent. She loves to lather up and wash not only herself but also Forrest. Every time they get out, I grab a towel, then they turn around ready for me to drape it over their backs. The sight of them walking around all wrapped up in white towels always makes me smile because it reminds me of the movie ET when ET dresses up as a ghost and waddles around the neighborhood. David and I are always talking about how fast time is flying by with these little ones. He usually reminds me of this important fact during the occasional pep talk he gives me after I've had a particularly long day of toddler tantrums and the like. This time of their childhood is a lot of work (a lot) but it really is a magical time. They are full of wonder and everything is so exciting to them... even bathing.
