I quickly rinse the shampoo out of my hair and rub the bar of soap around haphazardly. No time for scrubbing. The shaving can wait. I turn the water off, step out of the tub, and wrap a towel around my body to spare the neighbors. I head into the living room to see what all the screeching is about.
Earlier in the day Marshall played on his own for about half an hour and was totally content. He had recently had a nap, a meal, and a diaper change. I left him on his play mat where he has plenty of toys to stare down and bat at with his hands and feet. Given those conditions, I figured I could easily sneak away for a quick shower. But Marshall likes to keep me on my toes, I suppose.
I scoop him up and carry him back to my bedroom, dripping all the way. He calms down immediately. I lay him down on the bed and finish drying off. We chat as I get dressed and do my hair. Then we have a little impromptu photo shoot before taking a walk around the neighborhood.
He’s just shy of four months old, and already he seems to really enjoy having a little freedom from us. I often think he enjoys his playtime more when I give him some space. But there are other times that he just wants to be close to his momma. Which, of course, is fine by me.