I’ll start this post off by saying that I hate having lights on in the bathroom. Marc and I were both up to go to the bathroom the other night. He followed me into the bathroom, and I was doing my usual peeing in the dark, he asked “How do you do this?!” Every night. No lights. I like it that way.
Of course, I also ran across an entry in my journal the other day where I wrote about how I found out I was pregnant with Olivia. I got up at 5am to anxiously pee on a stick. I didn’t put on my glasses. I didn’t turn on the lights (though it was summertime, so it wasn’t completely dark at 5am). I then went on to somehow pee on my underwear. After which I panicked because the control line wasn’t showing up on the test. Then I realized that the test was face down on the counter.
Sometimes lights in the bathroom are a good thing.
Still. I don’t like glaring light.
Luckily we have a red/heat light in our main bathroom — the bathroom with the deep tub. That’s what I always turn on when I’m in the bath or the shower. The kids like it too.
And that is why today (long intro for a very short story) the red light was on when I tried to take pictures of Luke and I showing that his head is the same size as mine. It really is. Too bad he wouldn’t sit still long enough for me to get a good shot of our heads together. I tried everything. But it didn’t work. As you can see…
Oh. And they’re also terribly blurry.