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HABITUAL, NOT RABBITUAL
You know how life seems to speed up around the second half of the year, as if now that summer is over, it's picking up speed down the slope, moving gleefully away from those long slow sunny days (oh ho ho ho) and into the stretch? School starts, vacation is over, activities begin again. Festivals and fairs bop and jive, the circus comes to town. In Flyinge, the organizers of the annual giant flea market/auction send out flyers soliciting gently used goods one weekend from all the households, and then cheerfully sell them back to everyone in town but the original owners the next. Crayfish parties swing and sing under the moon, slapping mosquitos and swilling schnapps.

Everyone is back from vacation, work is a madhouse. Suddenly the calendar is full and it's not just me; EVERYONE in the family is getting busy: choir, scouts, hockey, musiklek, club, skating school. My calendar is packed for the next 2 months, packed above and beyond the already hectic enough schedule of work/meals/school/sleep. My head is whirling just thinking about everything I have going on (it's whirling extra hard because the rabbits did a pretty good job of cleaning it out, and empty heads are very whirly).

Which is all by way of saying I may be a little more scarce than normal around these here parts. Although you never can tell, since this habit sits pretty hard nowadays. Routines and habits are what keep us grounded, after all.

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The kids and I have evolved a bathtime game that evokes the wildest laughter in all 3 of us. The kids still bathe together, although I can see the day fast approaching when one of them will suddenly balk and turn modest. They fill the tub with toys, mostly little plastic boats and people their watery world with Fisher-Price figures and small plastic fish: Nemo and his buddies, as well as a 6-pack of neon-orange rubber goldfish that sink instead of swimming. We dump water on their heads with a child's watering can, one that used to have a sunny flower on the spout with tiny holes in it, long since abandoned in the interest of lots of water, at a faster pace than a tiny-holed-trickle. Shampoo first, with the obligatory bubble mohawk or rabbit ears, then another water dump, and a scrubby rub with a soap-slathered washcloth. Finally a little playtime to soak the stubborn grime, and then I sneak up on them and quietly pull the plug.

It never works. They always notice, and they shriek and bob about and splashily grab all their toys, corralling them under and around their seal-slick bodies. They lie face-down, heads tilted up along the curving slope of the tub, giggling their heads off with their toys clutched in their hands and trapped under their tummies. It's my job to get the toys out before the water runs out. If they manage to hang on to them, and geez louise does Karin have a GRIP on her, until the final ssssllllluuuuck, then they win. So I wait, and pounce, and tickle a bit, and grab! when I see a toy and wrestle it out of their laughing, shrieking hands. Which makes me laugh like a loon, so the bathroom is echoing with our mad cackling. The neighbors, who can certainly hear us through all the open windows of the house, must think that 1) we are torturing our children and/or 2) we are all nuts.

It's a ritual; we play it nearly every bath night, which is to say, every other night. I'm not looking forward to giving it up as they grow up because it makes me laugh just as much as excites and delights them. I love the age they're at right now. Exciting and delightful describes it perfectly.
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music: Suzanne Vega—Left of Center


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Oh my that is too fun!

I adore adore adore that icon!

=)

fun routine! and i love the way you describe it... it sounds like something they'll remember a long time, even after they turn modest.

(Anonymous)

Åh!!
Pingviner....!
Som dansar i takt med Timbuktu......!

Lurk, lurk :)

Hello, lurkity lurker :)

Hehehe...I am laughing at your fun and silly game. What a hoot! :)

Oh it sounds like a fabulous ritual! I wish you could video it one night :)

No naked kiddies on the internet :P

this post made me think to myself, "I can't wait." So much fun. So good of you to realize the fun, and to partake in it!


Your children are lucky, fortunate, to have such "nuts" with which to live, and enjoy.

What a fun game.
I shall try to remember it to do so with Alex when he gets a bit older.

I can fully imagine wanting to hold on to this time, to cherish this age.

What a fun way to have a bath and to spend time together. I think that the families that can be that kind of nuts together get and remain closer than those who don't get silly together.

Your posts about your kids always makes me a little misty-eyed with remembering...Michele and I used to play a bathtime game called "World's Most Fabulous Spa" - she was the only customer at a VERY exclusive spa and I was the very hoity-toity British sounding spa-giver. I'd wash each little toe while she pointed out that I missed a spot on that toe over there....and I'd scrub her back with a loofah while she oohed and ahhhed excessively.

(Only I knew that the real purpose behind this game was to get my hands on those grubby little always-barefoot-in-the-Gulf-Coast-soil feet and clean them på riktigt!)

(Anonymous)
oh god-- that is fun!

Get that on video and you could make a million! Too fun-- you have some lucky kids. ~bluepoppy

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