Where's the baby?

One day I was running around the house trying to find Reagan.  There was no way she could have gotten outside, but she was no where to be found.  It was quite a stressful time.  Jonathan just kept saying she didn't want to play with him anymore.  In my moment of panic and fear I stopped and listened.  What I heard was a weird knocking sound coming from the main bathroom.  I hadn't looked in there because I thought the door had been closed and I knew she couldn't open it.  Well, apparently it wasn't closed because this is what I opened the door to find.  Somehow she had climbed into the tub (fully clothed) so that she could play with the bath toys and "wash" herself with the cloth that was in the tub.  She was so stinking cute and I was so relieved to find her safe that I ran for the camera to take a picture.  I don't know how she managed to get in there without bonking her head, but somehow she did it safely.  And she was so cute I couldn't get/stay mad at her over it!

Dear Reagan,
You are keeping mommy on her toes.  Stop it.  Thanks.
Love, Mom