Pruney

There comes a time in your child’s life when you stop taking photos of them in the tub. They get too old, too embarrassed, too modest, or - if you have a 5-year-old like mine - not modest at ALL. I turned down many requests this evening to “Take a picture of my tushy!”

But…there is something sweet and peaceful about bathtime. Somewhere hidden under 5,000 floating Littlest Pet Shops is a little, squeaky clean, pruney girl who enjoys splashing and singing and popping bubbles. I want to keep her little forever.

It’s been a rough month here with the littlest monkey. She’s been sick for going on six weeks. She’s had her chest and lungs and nose and tummy poured upon with antibiotics and inhalers and anthistamines and steroids. It’s hard to see the dark medicine circles around her eyes. And the crud keeps hanging on. Say a little prayer for her if you think of it.