Splish Splash ...

There's nothing much sweeter than a baby in the bathtub! They don't mind getting clean when so much fun is going on. This is our grandson Jason Cody with his favorite rubber ducky.

I remember, as a little girl, taking baths with one sister or another, usually the one just older than me. Doubling up in the tub had several advantages ...

First, you're relatively safe in the water, (as long as you haven't provoked your sister). Second, it means somebody can wash your back for you. I was never good at using a long handled brush with a washrag wrapped around it.

Perhaps most importantly, doubling up meant saving hot water for Daddy's bath. That was one treat our hard-working father had to look forward to every evening.

Before his bath, though, we welcomed him home with hugs all around and something to drink -- Mom's wonderful iced tea in the summer and a hot cup of tea or coffee in winter.

Next, we'd take his work boots off and get him the mail. After relaxing a bit, he was ready to go soak in a very full tub of water. Dad may have had to live with a houseful of women (six of us), but he was treated like a king when he walked in the door.

As for our baths, we usually ran a little less than half a tub of water, knowing the level would rise and end up above our bellies when we got in and sat down. There was plenty to splash around and some left over when we got out. (For little brother, who would be last in the tub due to being a boy, and the only one at that). Hey, at a very young age, I already knew the main difference between boys and girls: Boys always got dirtier than we did!

Ah, those were the days. The simple, old-fashioned nuclear family days when you shared a bedroom, a bathtub, hand-me-down clothing, a family dinner table and the same parents your siblings had.

Things have changed a lot in the past 50 years ... most kids today have their own bedrooms and baths, a closet full of clothes they don't have to share, their own TV & cell phone, a game system, a computer, a car at 16 ... and on and on it goes.

Not that technology and a room of your own is bad -- I had to wait until I was in high school to have a room of my own -- and then it was only because all four of my older sisters had moved away to college by then.

But I think children today miss out on some things, too. The built-in bedroom buddy you inherit in a big family, the comfort of knowing you're never alone in a big house, the sharing of familiar heritage and family stories, and ... the bathtub.

Splish Splash, we DID take our baths -- mostly on Saturday nights!

My sister, my friend

I have four sisters - all born before me ...

and today's blog is dedicated to one of them. That's her above, hugging one of our other sisters recently when we all said goodbye. Because it's her birthday, I want to reminisce a little and share some things I remember about growing up with Brenda...

Sis, you've always had a giving, gentle heart. You've always been willing to listen to anyone who needed to open up their heart and pour out their deepest thoughts and feelings. You made it easy for them, because you sat quietly and listened. I think that's why our family and friends back then lovingly referred to you as a "young Ann Landers." Fellow students, siblings and even casual acquaintances were drawn to your sweet spirit.

I came along seven years later than you did, sis, and to me you were quite "grown up." I loved watching my sisters get ready to go places -- school, church, anywhere. A touch of makeup, a bit of cologne, lots of hairspray (!) and the finished result was great. Other folks often said you looked like one of the Lennon Sisters. You also had a good singing voice and still do. It's a rich alto I love to hear.

Remember how we gals sang around the piano at home?

We also sang at church on occasion and loved singing in the car on those long trips in the old Pontiac. Wasn't it amazing how well we sisters harmonized? I've heard family members are better able to harmonize, and in our case that was true.

I guess we knew one another well enough, too, that we could almost predict when the other would take off in a direction and we'd fill in what was needed. All these years later, we can still take up where we left off in that way, it seems.

There are other memories of our growing up years -- I remember the shoulder-length "flip" in your hair and how it bounced when you walked. Back then, Breck shampoo was a big deal, and so was the dab of Suave cream Mom taught us to use for de-tangling. I always thought your hair was so pretty, and you kept it in up-to-date styles.

I can also remember some of the outfits you wore -- soft sweaters and pleated skirts, A-lines and straight skirts as they came in vogue. There are a couple shirt-waist dresses I recall, too.

When family photos were taken, you are the only one who really looked comfortable in front of the camera. :-) Just like a model, you'd stand with a hand on one hip, one foot pointed toward the camera, a certain tilt to your head and that beautiful, mega-watt smile.

Another memory - my earliest of you - is the way you'd comfort me at night when I was afraid. My overactive imagination got me in trouble sometimes (or a scary show on the neighbor's TV), I tended to dream a lot. Sometimes those dreams were full-blown nightmares and I was horrified of being kidnapped or worse.

I would be shaking in my p.j.'s and scared to move out from under the covers ... but so desperate for someone to comfort me.

That's when I'd dash around the corner to your room and climb in bed beside you. I don't ever remember being rejected; in fact, you cuddled and comforted me. That was probably a huge interruption to your sleep on school nights -- but you were always there for me. Thanks, Bren, for being my bad-dream chaser!

Today I still count you as one of my very best friends in the world. Since we live about 5 hours apart, it's hard to find time together. Aren't you glad for telephones, cell phones, emails and Facebook! On those occasions we do get to be together ...

... it's as if we've slipped back into a conversation we started months ago.

Sometimes we even finish each other's sentences or have the very same thoughts about a situation. Still so very much alike, aren't we?

When we're together, the clock seems to be daring us to waste just one minute, but we don't. During the day we'll laugh and talk and work together on meals or take a walk or run to the store to do some quick shopping.

At night, when the rest of the household winds down, we sit up waaay too late (!) sharing our hopes and dreams and catching up on the latest events in our lives. That's because we know our time is short and it's going to be a long time before we get this opportunity again.

I am so thankful to have you as a sister, Brenda, and I still feel free to open my heart to you. So many times over the past 20 years or so, you've picked up part of my burden and shared the load. In that way, you haven't changed at all; you are still the Ann Landers in our family circle -- only a much better version, in my opinon.

Remember, as children, how our big family would kneel to pray by the old couch each night? We don't get down on our knees now, because the knees aren't so young anymore, but we still hold hands during prayer before slipping off to our own beds.

I love you bunches and want to tell you how precious you are to me, Bren. I am so thankful God placed you in my family so I could get to know you in a special sister-kind-of-way. Here's hoping the year ahead is one of your best yet!

Happy birthday to my sweet sis.
P.S. To me, you get more beautiful (inside and out) as the years go by.

Company's comin'

One week from today my little nest will be buzzing with activity. Our daughter and grandson will be here for a few days so he can meet his great-grandparents.

My father-in-law grins often just thinking about meeting his first-great-grandchild. He's always been known for rocking babies while singing "In the Sweet By and By." Our children loved that song and I suspect Ethan will, too. My mother-in-law would have enjoyed this so much, but I'm sure she'll be watching from heaven.

Then there's my Mom, who is anxious to meet Ethan for the first time. He is her 22nd great grandchild! My Dad died not long after his first great-grandchild was born in 1990, but he was always a good playmate for the grands. I'm sure he's waiting to meet all the rest some day ...

Besides family, the folks of our church (who saw Melissa grow up,) have planned a baby shower for Ethan on May 22. What a whirlwind weekend it will be with lots of love, cuddles and hugs!

While the baby shower was still in the planning stages, we learned my sister from Brazil, South America, is going to be stateside for a few weeks. She and her hubby and their older son, (whom they haven't seen for years!) will also be here during that weekend. Mom is extremely excited about having her girl back home for a good hug and some precious time to catch up.

Can't wait to fill the special role of hostess to my family next week/end. I've been a sister-at-heart for 50 + years. I'm still a parent-at-heart to our lovely daughter (and her brothers). And now I'm a grandparent-at-heart! How very blessed I am.