Chris headed out to ogle Megan Fox’s ass tonight (on the silver screen), so Maia and I had a Girl’s Night In.  While I was looking for ideas as to what we should do, my mom sent this tweet:

Dude.  Dude. That sounded perfect.

So Maia and I packed up and headed for the grocery store.  Have I mentioned that I borrowed a pedometer from the library?  I think so.  In fact, I know I linked a picture of me wearing the pedometer attached to my undies because I couldn’t find any shorts on Twitter.  That’s neither here nor there.  What I’m trying to say is that I wore my pedometer to the grocery store.

Over the last two days of pedometry (wtf?) I’ve averaged 6,182 steps per day.  Did you know that’s considered a “low active” lifestyle?  Clearly they don’t account for the fact that I’m carrying 15 squirmy pounds in my arms for the majority of those steps, because I’m pretty sure that since the two of us equals two sets of feet I’m actually averaging 12,364 steps a day.

Point being, however, that right now, 10:35pm on Friday night, I’ve got 13,472 steps on my pedometer.  5,000 steps is approximately 1 kilometer (1.6 miles) so that should give you an idea as to how far we walked to the grocery store and back.

ANYHOW.  Here’s what I (and by virtue of SUCKING THE LIFE OUT OF ME, Maia) ate tonight:

Feta cheese.  Pluots (plum/apricots, tasted just like plums).  Lindt sea salt chocolate (I like the chili chocolate better but this is also good).  Cherries hiding there on the right.  “Very old” cheddar.  French bread.  YUM.  Did you have any idea that feta and cherries are really great together?  Then again, I think I’d like cherries with anything.

And then… the bubble bath.

So, Maia and I have taken a bath together once before, and it was kinda cute, but since she’s not sitting on her own and I didn’t really end up being able to clean myself, we haven’t done it since.  Still, I thought a bubble bath sounded like a great idea and whipped out the bottle of bubbles I bought when I was pregnant (strawberry scented, too).

Let me tell you some interesting facts about bubble baths with babies: first off, it makes them about seventeen thousand times more slippery than usual.  Maia squiggled and squirmed and tried very hard to slide out of my arms into the water.  I had her sitting between my crossed legs with one arm wrapped around her chest and she STILL almost dunked herself several times.

Second: bubbles are fascinating.  Maia kept reaching for them, so I’d push them in front of her.  The first time she stuck her hand into a pile of bubbles, I saw her little fingers squeeze shut and her eyes open wide.  You could tell she just did not comprehend how this could be.  How could it not be there when she grabbed it?  But then she started to smile and flop her hands and feet EVERYWHERE.  So adorable.

Of course, once she had some bubbles stacked on her hands, she promptly tried to stick them in her mouth.  This prompted another revelatory moment — and a bubble beard.  I’m sorry I didn’t manage to take pictures, but with a gleeful, slippery baby in one hand, it just wasn’t possible.

Third interesting fact about bubble baths: when you are rinsing the shampoo out of your baby’s hair, and some water runs down her face, and she raises her bubble-covered hand to rub at her eye, she will then get soap in her eye and OH GOD THE WORLD IT MAKES NO SENSE HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME MOM?!  Yes.  That was an unpleasant moment, followed by a few more unpleasant ones as I tried to clean the soap out of her eye and bubbles off her hands (pro tip: use fresh water from the faucet, not the soapy water that’s already in the tub with you).  By the time we got out of the bath we were both exhausted and not certain we even liked each other anymore.

Altogether, though, we actually had quite a lovely night.  Now I know more about how to give bubble baths, AND I have some sweet food for tomorrow.

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