We recently got Matthew a visor for the tub so water doesn’t seep into his eyes, and for a bit that made bathtime more fun (or at the very least, less tortuous). Now, he really hates the tub! He plays very angrily with his octopus and bathtime just isn’t really relaxing or fun for him anymore. He stands and clings to my legs and gets really cranky. Part of me thinks he’s just really overtired, but another part of me wonders what else we can do to make it stop sounding like we’re shoving razors up his fingernails. Bah!

In other news, Josh made portobello rellenos for dinner tonight and ohmygod were they delightful. We have a habit of quadrupling or quintupling the amount of garlic in any recipe (every week we buy at least two heads, usually three, of garlic) and right now, my mouth has a pleasant tingle of garlic dancing on my tongue. Yum. And because Josh is a fan of garlic, I have no one to offend by my garlicky breath except the dog (but the dog smells way worse than my garlicky mouth could).