The Princess and the Peeved

You're gonna put me WHERE?

Settle in now, it's time for today's story.....

Once upon a time, in a land called Texas, there lived a little girl named Lulu with the cutest smile, the unruliest hair, and the most uncanny ability to spit up what appeared to be gallons of...well... spit up.

Lulu was such a good baby! She naturally fell into a fantastic napping and eating schedule, and slept for 11 hours at a stretch overnight when she was 12 weeks old. She was a great eater, very flexible, and almost never cried.

EXCEPT.....
...when she had to have a bath.

Those early sponge baths seemed to be quite enjoyable, and when Lulu graduated to 'real' baths, she seemed to like the shower just as well as the baby tub or big tub with her mother. And then, one day, an evil spell was cast by the Wicked Witch of Kohler, and she suddenly HATED baths of any sort.

Little Lulu's mother thought maybe it was the echo in the shower that first time she freaked, so when it was next time to de-spit-up-ify Lulu, she used the baby tub. Screams and crying ensued, and did not cease until Lulu was safely ensconced in a towel far, far away from the evil water.

Maybe it was a bit too cool? thought Lulu's mother. So prior to the next bath, the bathroom was preheated to the toasty temperature that makes Lulu's mother sweat buckets whilst bathing the little lass, but alas, the results were the same: an extremely unhappy, but clean, Little Lulu.

Maybe too much water in the tub? Water too hot/cool? Maybe too close to naptime? Too close to mealtime? Following each torture session an alteration was made in the process to try to figure out what it was about the bath that reduces the child to a lip-quivering, appendage-flailing, bundle of tears and screams. But to no avail.

The conclusion? She HATES having a bath. Period.

The End.

Yeah, I look cute now, but you should have seen me 10 minutes ago!

Happy Valentine's Day from Casa McAustin!