Let's start with Nory. The girl who begs for two or three tubbies a day. The girl who takes great joy in bubble baths and colour baths and only ever LONG, LONG baths. The girl who always comes out all wrinkled and prune-y and not even close to being finished.
Well, if tonight was any indication, these things are of the past, people!
Tonight.
T.O.N.I.G.H.T.
Nory scream-cried like no other, refused to get into the tub, and even pleaded "I HAVE TO POTTY" in order to keep herself out of it. Washing her hair was a whole other obstacle that Phil volunteered to tackle (BLESS HIM!), while I whisked Jet away to our room where we blared nursery rhymes and pretended everything was normal. It was one HELLA BIG game of pretend, you guys.
So that was a first.
Next up was Jet. She acted like a total gem in the tub - smiling up at us with big blue eyes, staying as quiet and still as ever, accelerating the get-clean process by 100% compliance! Thankfully, Nory was calm by this time too and we were thrilled to be ALMOST finished with bath time routine. With the end in sight, I got Juliet a towel, Phil picked her up and................VOMIT. All over her face, all over her chest, all into the bath water.
Sigh.
To make us feel even more defeated, once both kids were clean, pajamas were ON, and everyone was sprawled out on the big bed, our Manipulating Eldest flashed us a grin and said "that was FUN!!!!!"
It was then that we decided the toddler years are FOR REAL kicking our @$$.
Well, if tonight was any indication, these things are of the past, people!
Tonight.
T.O.N.I.G.H.T.
Nory scream-cried like no other, refused to get into the tub, and even pleaded "I HAVE TO POTTY" in order to keep herself out of it. Washing her hair was a whole other obstacle that Phil volunteered to tackle (BLESS HIM!), while I whisked Jet away to our room where we blared nursery rhymes and pretended everything was normal. It was one HELLA BIG game of pretend, you guys.
So that was a first.
Next up was Jet. She acted like a total gem in the tub - smiling up at us with big blue eyes, staying as quiet and still as ever, accelerating the get-clean process by 100% compliance! Thankfully, Nory was calm by this time too and we were thrilled to be ALMOST finished with bath time routine. With the end in sight, I got Juliet a towel, Phil picked her up and................VOMIT. All over her face, all over her chest, all into the bath water.
Sigh.
To make us feel even more defeated, once both kids were clean, pajamas were ON, and everyone was sprawled out on the big bed, our Manipulating Eldest flashed us a grin and said "that was FUN!!!!!"
It was then that we decided the toddler years are FOR REAL kicking our @$$.
Love your writing my darling.
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