While my obsession this trip has been food related (and really when is an obsession or memory of mine not food related), Natalia's is more locations oriented.
I wake up every morning to her smiling face.
She points out my nose and says, "Nooo-sssss."
She points out my eyes and says, "IIII-eeeeee-zzzzzzz."
She points at the bathroom door and says, "Show-show!!!! Bubble!!!"
Thus starts our day of bubble baths.
She is seriously obsessed. The child used to take a shower once every 3-4 days. Now she wants one 3-4 times a day.
Lots of bubbles.
It doesn't matter what temperature the water is. In fact, the colder the better. (She takes after her father in this respect.) As soon as the first bubble appears she is in heaven. She splashes around. She hides her feet and finds them. She rubs the bubbles all over her body singing, "washing, washing."
Her favorite thing to do is to lie down in the bubbles. She always starts off on her stomach, but soon rolls over onto her back. Head and body fully submerged but for her face and belly, little islands in a sea of bubbles. With her eyes squinched tight and her mouth open wide, she takes big deep breaths. Pure ecstasy.
And then, after 20 minutes or so, my foot tells me that it is tired of stopping up the drain. (We are making a bath out of a shower after all). We say bye-bye to the bubbles, watching every last one disappear down the drain, before my prune baby and I find something else to do for the next 3 or 4 hours before the shower calls to us again.