BATH DAY

Today was bath day. As my friend Tanya likes to say, "Once a week, whether they need it or not!" We strive for more than once a week; but, honestly, I lose track. I'm pretty sure I bathed Cakes the day before yesterday. Bean .... hmmmm ... I know I've wiped her down with baby wipes within the past day or two ...

At any rate, we are all clean and fresh-smelling, but that's about as far as I've gotten with the morning routine so far. It is 1:41 p.m., and Bean is still naked. I managed to diaper Cakes (after, of course, she peed on the floor next to the computer). I also managed to get a nutritious lunch into them, after a breakfast that consisted of Goldfish, pretzels, and a banana.

But, I digress ... bath day. That means I spend 15 minutes lathering and rinsing two girls who are screaming at the tops of their lungs that they don't want to be in the bathtub, there's a hair in the water, the bubbles are touching them. Then, once they're clean, I start to drain the bathtub to a shrieking chorus of, "I don't want to get out!!!!"

I like to have an activity planned for immediately following bath time, just to keep the screaming at bay. Today's activity was eating baked ziti. Hindsight tells me I should not have fed two clean toddlers anything with tomato sauce. Two wet-wipe sponge baths later, and I'm hoping we can have a nap today.