We have a little ritual in our house. Every night before we give the girls a bath, we have the Presentation of the Chicken Butt. This started when Ella was a few weeks old. We would undress her for her bath, then proclaim “Presenting…..Chicken Butt!” and everybody would cheer. This may have been a little frightening to a naked 1 month old, but she seems to enjoy it now.
I now present to you….CHICKEN BUTT!!!!
Preparation for the unveiling
Look at how excited she is! This girl usually has a smile from ear to ear, but there is something special about bath time.
Is that not the cutest thing you have ever seen? Don’t you just want to bite that cute little dimply tushie?
Are you looking at me?
I know one day, when Ella is a teenager (and has become painfully aware of all the pressures we girls face to be skinny), I will hear her say “when was my ass hit by a hail storm?” referring to her cellulite. And I will tell her that a hailstorm came through when she was a little baby, probably when we were parading her little naked butt around the bathroom. And that it is the same hailstorm that hit her big sister and hit mommy. But I digress.
As I said earlier, we all cheer the Presentation of the Chicken Butt, especially Chloe. She usually stops whatever she is doing to clap and cheer.
Cheering the Chicken Butt
In this case, she was trying to break open the nail polish (please note that her nails are already painted…I don’t know where the new fascination has come from).
Chloe is usually so excited about the Chicken Butt that she has to run right over and poke it.
After all the excitement is over, Ella gets to take her bath, which she LOVES!!! Recently she has taken to kicking both of her legs up into the air and splashing them down into the tub. I am considering the purchase of foul weather gear to wear while bathing Ella. An industrial strength mop also appears to be in our future.
Future Olympic Swimmer
Do you see how focused this girl is? She is putting every single ounce into her backstroke! From the picture, you would never guess that she is actually having a blast!
But all good things must come to an end…time to get out of the tub, dry off, and head to crib.
No more paparrazzi
So that is the Chicken Butt Ritual, playing every night at our house.