Friday, March 12, 2010

Grandmothers

Without them, children might not have any fun at all. My daughter, in particular, lives quite the charmed life as a result of her grandmothers.

One in particular, and she knows who she is, is responsible for Peach's latest fancy: the Spa Bath.

A few months ago, while over at her Grandparents' house for dinner, I caught my daughter whispering something to her Grandma. They both giggled and ran upstairs so she could take a bath before we went home. The typical bath event in our house involves some squealing, laughter, and the occasional, "please don't make me ask you again not to splash water all over the floor." It takes about 20 minutes and at the end of it, the exhausted parent emerges from the bathroom with a momentarily squeaky clean little girl.

On the evening in particular, I sat in her grandparents' kitchen and realized the two of them had been up there for almost 45 minutes. Wondering what was going on, I went upstairs and knocked on the door.

"You're not allowed!" Yelled my daughter.
"No parents in here!" Grandma laughed.

Naturally, I immediately opened the door.

I found my daughter relaxing in the bathtub, complete with bubbles. Instead of lights I was greeted by a candlelit bathroom and the soothing sounds of Adrian Bocelli coming from Grandma's iPhone.

"I'm having a spa bath," my daughter explained with a tone of entitlement. Flower petals made of soap floated in the water as she leaned back and closed her eyes with a contented sigh and a smile.

We were there again for dinner this evening. Shortly after Peach and her grandmother retreated to the bathroom, I went to check in on them.

The room was, of course, dimly lit by several small candles and soft music was playing in the background.

"I can hardly breathe in here!" I exclaimed, my eyes burning from the multiple scents the candles were emitting.

I turned the fan on and my daughter promptly corrected me. "Maaahhhmmm, spas are supposed to be quiet. I'm relaxing."

I'm wondering if there's an early sign-up for study-abroad programs. My daughter will need to find a prince to marry, since royalty is the only lifestyle she'll accept by the time she reaches adulthood.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

...and don't forget a warm cup of milk with just a tiny "sprinkle" of chocolate syrup upon leaving grandma's house :)

Lauren said...

When our oldest son was a year old we redid our bathroom complete with a double size jacuzzi tub. Little did we know that parents of small children seldom have time for baths themselves. So that tub got used for the boy equivalent of a spa bath--a double bubble bath for two boys: Dim lights and bubble bath and jacuzzi bubbles until they overflow onto the floor. They made their own music.