There's something about bubbles that baby chicklet just can't resist. And neither, apparently, can Pumpkin.
I'm in the kitchen and I hear a screeching "MMMOOOOOOOMMMMMMMYYYYYYY". I know Pumpkin is with KK, so what would any Mommy do at that point? Ignore and move on.
"MMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYY" Still, no danger exists so I continue to ignore.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYY!" Good gravy, the child has some lungs. I go upstairs, peek around the corner, and find Bubble Mountain. I run downstairs and get the camera. Of course, middle chicklet HAS to know what's going on so he comes with me.
(Don't forget to pause/mute the songs at the bottom of the page!)
Please ignore the "My tummy, my tummy" and "My tummy hurts." cries and don't call DFACS to let them know that we refused to let the child get out of the tub to go POOP until we got video of her in Bubble Mountain.
Also ignore the frantic sounding "Oh my gosh, Scott. Mom or Scott - you gotta". There was an all important video shoot going on. There were no injury time outs available.
This was by no means her first occassion with bubbles in the jacuzzi tub!
She REALLY is in here!
And of course Daddy and Tripp are involved!
Don't you just want to EAT. HER. UP.?!?
