Stella doesn't exactly love a bath, but she puts up with it. At least until she thinks we're looking the other way. She's a ninja. She's slipped out from under RK's arms, while I was off getting a towel. But with both of us there, helping get her little body all clean again (so truly necessary after she takes a good roll in something out there), she sometimes even seems to ease into it. But only for a quick second. I think I caught that moment this bathtime. Photo number 4 shows her little tongue sticking out: She was licking the water off the edge of the tub in this really serene, slow, calm way. It was like her binky.
Of course, I have no idea how Stella really feels. About any of it.
Projection seems to be a large part of this relationship.
I found this little image in an 1940's LIFE magazine that a friend gave me years ago. Since everything is a possible 1"- button these days, I was flipping through the pages and was taken aback at how much this looked like Stella. She's been seen in both these poses on a pretty daily basis. Plus, her ears do the same thing. And I've never understood how it can be comfortable for her little legs to be bent underneath her like that?