A very successful bath

We've had a heat wave over the weekend, and today reached into the 90's, so we've all been sweltering. Madeleine is currently teething and she is an absolute drooling machine; her clothes are soaked after an hour of wear because of all the drool dribbling down onto them. Add to that the sweat from today's scorching heat, and the fact that she's wearing only a diaper to keep her as cool as possible, and she becomes a magnet for every little bit of crud all over the floors she is constantly rolling her body all over. To add insult to injury, she has been spitting up profusely for the last hour or so, with most of the spit-up landing all over her unclothed body and sticking to her skin. So I decided after dinner it was time to give her a bath, and I figured since she's a very solid sitter, I could try sticking her in tub as is, without setting up her little infant bath. I guess the picture I had in mind was of the smiley baby sitting happily in place while mommy washes her, when in reality I should have remembered that this is Madeleine we're talking about. She decided it was time to try and master two new emerging skills, and was repeatedly getting onto all fours in the bath and attempting to crawl around the tub in pursuit of the rubber ducky, slipping and sliding and nearly going underwater several times. I tried holding onto her slippery little body with one hand and hurriedly slathering baby wash all over it, grabbing the cup to rinse her in a totally panicked fashion so I could then grab back onto her as she attempted to crawl off again. At one point she actually flipped over onto her back and nearly went underwater; this frightened her so much that she then just started screaming and decided to work on her other new, almost-mastered skill, pulling up to standing. She kept clutching the lip of the bathtub and pulling her body up, and I'd have to force her back down and quickly try to finish rinsing her hair before she started muscling upwards again. Once I had her out of the bath, I sat toweling her off and brushing her hair, cooing at her about how clean she now was and how much better it must feel, only to have her open her mouth and vomit out an enormous load of orange spit-up all over her newly-clean skin.