Saturday, May 7, 2011

A sink

One of my earliest memories is taking a bath in the kitchen sink. It seems as though immediately after I took the bath, I was informed that I was too big to do such things anymore. Sink baths somehow hang in my memory filled with longing and fuzzy around the edges. Harry was in the kitchen sink all the time. He would just strip down and climb in. It seems to me that Suzy got her first sink bath a couple days ago while Pete was fighting with drywall in the bathroom. The floor tiles arrived this week, so hopefully we'll be put back together again soon.

And we'll be this happy:

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Just read your adaptation on Smitten Kitchen for wrapping hot dogs with her posted hamburger bun recipe--- sounds great. Thanks a lot!