Bubble Bath Bonanza!!

So my kids have never been bath kids.  The whole idea of a bath grosses me out a bit.  Sure every once in a blue moon I wish for a big jetted bathtub that I could relax in for a minute of peace and quiet.  It would definitely only be a minute around this house, but then when that minute was over I would have to take a shower to actually get clean.  Ryan has been taking showers since he was two, he has never really known any different.  Chloe pretty much went straight from the sink into the shower.  So I am baffled as to why one day I thought "Why not let Chloe take a bubble bath?" So we did....and now she is hooked!  She wants to take them multiple times a day.  I am trying to limit them to every other day...we don't want any unnecessary trips to the doctor.  This obsession started shortly before Easter, so when the Easter Bunny was super stumped as to what to include in Chloe's basket she decided Bubble Bath supplies would work.  It was a big hit.  Her basket was complete with her own pink fluffy towel and Hello Kitty bubble bath.

A blogger that I follow used to crack me up when she would blog about her daughter only wanting to wear her Minnie Mouse jammies, she wanted to wear them everywhere.  We had a similiar situation with a Spongebob swimsuit, mind you I am not a Spongebob fan...my mom bought the suit..it is cute though.  Chloe had to immediately strip down and put on the swimsuit.  For the next two days she wore her Spongebob suit....we paired it with grey leggings and black leggings and everytime it was time for a diaper change I spent the whole time reassuring her that "yes we would put her suit back on."  Finally she got Pizza on it and we convinced her that it needed to be washed so it would be all ready for vacation. :)

"Mom, why are you never happy with me?" SERIOUSLY!

So I thought I had a few years before the complete and total attitude kicked in.  Ryan is only 6 and I am at my boiling point with his smart mouth.  But, to say that I am NEVER happy with him is such a long stretch.  But, I guess in his six year old head that is what he is feeling....and it really hurts me that he feels that way.  I always say that I learned how to raise my kids from my parents mistakes.  I refuse to be talked down to by anyone including my son.  I don't generally whip my kids, maybe I should.  Instead I send him to his bed only to listen to him every two minutes ask if he can get up now and he promises he can be good.  His promises lately do not amount to much...he is back to his bed in no time.  I have read all kinds of parenting blogs and magazines and so forth.  One that really sticks in my head is about the words you say to your kids and how they stick with them.  I try really hard to never say anything that is mean...like really mean, not six year old mean, I don't like the words "shut up" or "hate," I really do monitor what I say.  Jason on the other hand talks and then thinks, I am working hard to change this.  He doesn't say hateful things, but says mean things sometimes.  We all reach our boiling point at sometime. Ugh...we have some many "child raising" years left and I just know Ryan is preparing us for the tornado that is going to hit us in a few years named Chloe.  So back to the question that was asked of me....I always take time to tell Ryan I love him and to hug him.  I feel very lucky that he hasn't completely gotten to the stage where he is too cool for me.  There are lots of nights he will crawl up on the couch and want to snuggle with me and I will cherish every second of that, because I know the day will come that he will outgrow my lap and prefer his friends over his mom. 

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