Emma and I decided that it was time for the dogs to have a bath tonight. We got the towels together, found the dog "Oap" under the sink and headed upstairs. The two of us have never given the dogs a bath before, usually its the whole family. One dog at a time while the other waits impatiently outside the bathroom door.
Cassius was nominated to go first because he's got a rash under his neck and inside of his legpits. Cassius likes taking baths once he is in the tub, getting him in the tub is the hardest part because he is so damn heavy. I got him lifted in and set the temperature for the water. While I was doing that Emma took the initiative to flush the toilet next to the tub. We usually don't let her flush unless she actually goes to the bathroom in the toilet so while I had my back turned she took advantage of the opportunity while she could.
Emma was delighted to see Cassius get rinsed just like she does when she is taking a bath. She thought that it was important that she help pour the water as well. If I could get her to fill the jug up completely she would only dump 1/2 of it on Cassius then start refilling the jug turning the quick rinse job into a long process. About two minutes into the ordeal Emma lost interest in the rinsing and found it more entertaining to stick her hand into the faucet spraying water in every direction.
We eventually got Cassius rinsed and ready to be sudsed (is that a word?). I started scrubbing his face while Emma went and flushed the toilet again. I had to give her some dog shampoo to get her back over to the tub. She worked on Cassius's chest while I did the rest of his body. In the middle of the scrubbing Cassius thought it would be cool to shake with all the soap on his body. Emma was extremely impressed with the water and soap all over both of us. It was time start rinsing again.
I did my best to make sure that Emma didn't see how to turn the faucet on. Its different than the tub that she takes a bath in so she was very intrigued about how I could get the water to start and stop so quickly. As soon as I started rinsing Emma realized the toilet wasn't running anymore so she went back and flushed it again. If there was anything in that toilet when we started it surely wasn't there anymore. After a few seconds of Emma spraying water all over the place she learned that she could stick her fingers into the faucet and push the shower stick up blocking the water and forcing it up the water pipes and thru the shower head, Cassius wasn't impressed by the water coming from a different place at all and tried jumping out of the tub while I was working on getting the shower off. It would have been a good picture. Me leaning over Emma trying to get the shower turned off while trying to block a soaked 75 lb dog from leaping out of the tub. While I was getting Cassius contained in the tub Emma again took the liberty of flushing the toilet one more time.
Eventually all the soap was gone and we started drying Cassius off. He gracefully jumped out of the tub landing on his wet feet causing him to crash across the linoleum. Emma missed the show because she was trying to put the dog shampoo in her own hair. We kicked Cassius out of the bathroom and brought "Min" in.
Min is quite the opposite of Cassius as he doesn't like taking baths at all. When I lifted him up he did his best to stay out of the tub by stretching his back legs out straight towards the floor, catching them on the edge of the tub which then scared him even more than what he already was. He started flopping like a fish out of water kicking the tub with all four legs as I got him in. It was loud and pretty frightening for Emma, she started crying and had to give him a hug and a kiss before we got started.
Everything was pretty much the same for Min's bath. Water spraying, fights over who got to pour the water, two more toilet flushes, and one shower head demonstration. I had to lift Min out of the bathtub. For some reason he is too scared to jump, just like I have to lift him out of the truck when he goes for a ride because he is too much of a wimp to jump two feet onto the ground.
Emma didn't get as wet as I thought she would. Her sleeves were soaked from rinsing her hands in the faucet and her face was wet from the dogs shaking during and after the bath.
We headed downstairs and found Stephanie making cookies. While we were gone Steph went to Ron's house to borrow some butter for the cookies. When we were done cleaning the dogs Steph realized that we needed two sticks of butter rather than one so she loaded Emma up in the truck and headed back to Ron's house.
Emma has really enjoyed helping us cook lately and over the last week or two we have made a few batches of cookies. She likes snitches the most, what kid doesn't? On the counter where we make the cookies we have a spice rack sitting next to the stove. We made the mistake a few weeks back of letting Emma entertain herself by making a spice potion (Phaedra?)while we finished dinner. Now every time she gets to cook she thinks we need to add some spices. I was in the living room resting after the workout I had wrestling with the dogs and heard "EEMMMMAAAA GRAAAAACE" I knew right away what had happened. It was kind of like the toilet flushing upstairs. While Steph wasn't looking Emma grabbed a jar of Dill Weed and added a teaspoon to the cookie dough.
What makes the entire story worthy is the amount of effort that took place to get the butter to make the cookies only to have dill weed added to the mix. Steph ended up scraping out the weed and using the little bit of butter we had in the fridge to finish making the cookies. Emma was happy, she got her snitches and a beater from the mixer. Video coming.
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New best post on the blog yet! So descriptive it was as if we were there. I read it out loud to the family and we all were laughing. Yuzuru pondered the concept of dill cookies and wondered if there might be potential there. Miku was impressed with the splashing and flushing.
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Oh man! That was a very good story! JMAN really has some good writing skills...
Awe...little Emma. I can see all of that happening.
What a good experience. Next time you should have Steph up there with the video camera or the regular camera...focused in for a shot whenever the perfect moment happens.
What are you trying to say about the spice "potion"???
J-rod, does Phaedra and potion ring a bell?
I thought it was a stew, but yeah, I know EXACTLY what you are talking about. One of us should post about it: you want it or you want me to do it?
You can post it, I think you might be right about the stew as well. Potion didn't sound right when I was typing it but I couldn't think of anything else that it may have been.
It was in the Cataldo house wasn't it?
It was in the apartment in Minnesota I believe...
At least that's what I remember.
I also remember when we would get into pillow fights and I would lock those HUGE white pillows we had in the bathroom...and then run around. So the bathroom was locked with no one in it.
HAHA.
I almost thought the "potion" was called "soup"...but again, I was so young I could be wrong.
That's funny that you remember the pillow fights, as I don't have any recollection of that at all.
The stew was in Cataldo I think. Josh and I were playing Nintendo, I believe, and Phaedra was off on her own. She called out that she was going to take the garbage out, which we just acknowledged. About 5 seconds later, it his us both at the same time: Phaedra never volunteers to do chores so something must be up. We even glanced at each other at the same time when this thought hit us.
So we go to investigate and find the bathroom garbage can full of vaseline and toothpaste and Q-tips and toilet paper. "I was making a stew!" actually was a pretty viable explanation, I think.
I have a fairly clear memory up to the point of finding the stew, but I don't really remember what we did then. I'm sure that being the loving brothers that we are, we helped her clean it up and then all had milk and cookies together.
The "stew" was the bathroom garbage and it was Phaedra totally unsupervised by her brothers who were supposed to be watching her - the stew extended into the sink, along the wall and on the toilet - yup - I remember it as a stew story - somewhere I have a picture of Josh standing in the kitchen beside the big white flour container, flour all over everything - including freeway or Ramona (I don't remember which) and he was "making a cake".....I remember those days of the baths - putting Min in tub was like putting Jerrod in the tub - he hated having his hair washed and would start yelling the moment I put water on him.....this is the best blog yet - all in the life of Emma....
Do you guys rememer the story of Grandma Spets making cinnamon rolls? Remember canned pudding at her house?
How odd is it that I remember it being in the apt. bathroom, but it was really in the house?
And Jrod doesn't remember the pillow fights....lol. That was a big part of you boys watching me while mom was at school.
Not to mention Jrod dropping a knife on my foot...lol.
I don't remember anything about Grandma Spets, except going to the nursing home when I was in kindergarten. I guess I was too young.
Oh yeah, I remember the puddings. I think I remember where her house was, even. She had a pantry in the back that she kept stocked with little tuna-fish-sized canned puddings and when we visited we'd always get to have one. Kind of like having sugar cereal when we'd stay the night at Grandma Hansen's.
I have heard the story of the pepper rolls, but I didn't experience them.
I remember going to the nursing home to see Gramma Spets once with the family. As we walked through the halls, we passed an old woman on a gurney. After we passed her, little Phaedra says "Did you see that lady?"
"yeah, we saw her."
"That lady died."
"Phaedra! Be quiet!"
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