Bath Time

When you first have a baby, you think longingly ahead to bathing your precious little one.  Snuggling them, loving on them, cuddling them and getting them all ready for bed.  The truth of the matter is that, just like all things involving children, it is a LOT of work.  Yes, there are moments of snuggling, fun, and cuddling.  But, the majority of the moments involve wrestling, getting wet (you, not them), and wrestling some more.  It is a wrestling match to get them OUT of their clothes and INTO the tub.  Once there they, of course, have a blast!  Especially if you sing to them.  Josh has always done the tub time...it is one of the 'joys' that he took over when we first had James.  He has developed a great routine and has a great time with the kids.  But he usually ends up more wet than the children.  Which is really saying something as they are actually in the water and he isn't. 

Then you go to get them out of the water.  Remembering how they didn't want to get in, you would think they would be super excited to get out.  Nope.  Now it is a wrestling match to get them out.  And dry.  And dressed.  Is it no wonder that we are exhausted come bedtime?!  And sweating? 

Sometimes, like tonight, the joys of bath time don't stop there.  Abraham was in the shower, James and I were in the kitchen cleaning up from supper, and daddy had the girls in the tub for bath.  I heard him singing and playing with them; pretty soon I heard him get Ivy out while Scarlett finished.  No big deal.  She comes toddling out of her room with daddy chasing her down the hall, comb in hand.  Of course, at that moment, the doorbell rings with a neighbor girl selling something.  So, while I was taking care of the necessary purchases, daddy finished combing the monster. Then he got preoccupied with the mail....I went back to the kitchen....and realized in a few minutes that we hadn't heard from Ivy in a bit.  THAT is scary.  She is CRAZY.  I mean really and truly CRAZY.  Pray for me.  Or her.  Noooo, I'm thinking me...  Just as I'm asking Josh where Ivy is, we hear Scarlett from the bathroom..."Mom!  Ivy's in here!"  This in itself is not a huge deal.  She likes to go in and watch her sister finish her bath. 

I respond with, "Ok, daddy's coming!"  Nothing like passing the buck...So in he goes.  Just for the record that is NOT what she meant.  She really meant that Ivy was IN here.  Literally.  In.  The.  Tub. 


What can you do but laugh until a little bit of pee comes out!