Must fill cup, must fill cup

We had noonoos again. (Translation: Noodles, this time with tomato sauce). Hence, the extra bedtime bath. Ethan finished first, and leaving him in his highchair was no longer an option, since he'd already tossed all his undesirable noodles onto the floor. Letting his tomatoey self roam around the house was certainly not an option either, so into the tub he went. He dutifully filled and dumped his cup repeatedly and with such willful concentration. Once Amara joined the action, the craziness level increased enormously. She splashed, he splashed, she kicked, he kicked (seeing his little chubby baby legs kick at super speed underwater was especially hilarious), she threw a cupful of water across the tub directly onto his head, he laughed. Still though, during brief moments of relative calm, Ethan would resume his critical task of refilling and dumping the cup. I got this great picture of Amara jumping out of the water in her crazy fashion, and Ethan looking at her with a sense of amused adoration. Very cute, but a little too much skin for my taste on a public blog....