This is my kid taking a bath.
This is, like, the most joyous photo I've ever taken. It's Edie having a great time in the water, pouring buckets of water into other buckets of water, splashing her sister, lathering up with foamy soap.
Edie has very bad eczema. Her skin is often broken out into red, painful, scaley blotches that sometimes become sores. We are forever slathering her with ointments and preparations. Water stings her. She itches even in her sleep. She won't get within two feet of a tub when bathing is happening.
She hasn't actually been in a bath, a real bath, like splashing around, playing, enjoying herself in about six months. We do our best with sponge baths, even that is hard for her to endure.
But the weather in Puerto Rico is hot and dry and her eczema cleared up completely within days of being there. Not only did she play like crazy in the ocean, but she has been taking regular baths since she got home. Her body is clear of blotches. It is heaven, just heaven, to see her having fun in the water.
And you know, being clean.
This has prompted me to tell David that we must move to a Caribbean island. Immediately. For the health of our child. It is a sacrifice, of course. All that surf and sand and sublime temperatures, it would be hard to take. But I tell him, "If we love our child, we must endure. For her sake."
So far, he's not buying it. I'll settle for four times a year, just for medicinal purposes.