Rub a dub dub

     So my mother in law, in her infinite wisdom...actually I remove the sarcasm from that, because it actually was a genius idea, bought my daughter bathtub crayons. And thinking along the same lines as a new grandmother would, she knew she wouldn't have to clean up the mess.

Now the reason that I say that it was a genius idea is because my daughter is a WATER MONKEY. I have no idea where she got it from because quite honestly I didn't like to swim until my father allowed me to wear a two-piece bathing suit, and even then it wasn't really about the swimming.  Aaron does like to go to the lake and wakeboard and go to the beach and try to surf, but I wouldn't say he LOVES the water. I swear if Emily could sprout gills she WOULD live in the water. So with that said, the only time that I have to get ready in the mornings is the time from when I get out of the shower and she stays in to play in the tub. "This would be the perfect time to give her her crayons!", I thought to myself. "I might even get to do my hair!" and then squealed inside.

WELL this is what I got:

I GOT ART! on all four sides of my bathtub

YEP she was proud!

So Aaron came in and couldn't find me. Guess where I was...YEP in the bathtub with Comet cleanser cleaning up my daughters beautiful artwork that, yep you guessed it again, IS NOT so easy to clean up as the box might lead you to believe. He thought it was hilarious and snapped a picture.

As I'm writing this blog my Emily was being rediculously quiet. I should have known by the year and a half of consistant experience that SILENCE=TROUBLE. Turns out she was just putting her new found artistic skills to use:

Looks like it's back to the now clean bathtub for another bath! Maybe that was her plan all along.....