Someone had to get their feet washed before bed…which we learned is a bit difficult since she wants to splash and sit down for a real bath. You notice she has no pants on (since she sat down in the tub) and her shirt is a little wet. 🙂
Category Archives: Baths
They obviously hate each other and hate baths AND hate taking them together.
After Dinner Surprise
It was her first time in the big tub and she was a little freaked out (like actually starting to cry!)…until Owen got in with her. Then it was game on! 🙂
Then Owen was splashing and they were both laughing and in constant motion so I’m amazed I got a picture when they were both looking!
A snippet of the fun:
Bath time!
(I’ll have to try again with the video—this one’s a bit blurry.)
“Look at this world!”
Scrubbing Owen! (It’s the mesh bag the foam cars are stored in, but she has the idea!)
Getting dirty and clean!
Practicing with a fork and spoon!
Bath time! The water was purple—they weren’t super dirty!
Elmo saves the day.
Katie is in 100% meltdown mode because Owen is taking a bath without her. I had to bring out something new and interesting because she WAS NOT INTERESTED in anything.
Elmo app to the rescue!
Achievement unlocked: Embarrassing photos for the future.
First Sibling Bath
A week or so ago, Owen asked to take a bath with Katie. She’s old enough now to sit up herself without me having to constantly monitor her, so I agreed…but I did want to wait until Gramma Jean was around to help just in case. 🙂
“Katie! It’s time for your bath!” Just like Owen, she heads right up the stairs!
Cute jams!
Today he wanted a green bath.
Yes, I’ve created a monster. 🙂 I have warned him he won’t be having a colored bath every time…
I promised someone a pink bath…
And he LOVES it!
I promised someone a pink bath…
And he LOVES it!
Bath time Baby
I don’t have many of Katie in the tub since her baths don’t last long…so I snapped some tonight.
Post-bath chillin’
Owen just lost his free-play bath privileges.
Owen loves baths. He just had to take one due to a poop accident + being a hot sweaty mess from playing outside so since we had plenty of time I just let him play and play and play.
Since we’ve had water issues before (he sometimes has a hard time keeping it IN the tub), I warned him again today (multiple times, in fact) not to get water on the floor. (Now, I’m not talking about drops or random splashes, but buckets—I’m not evil.)
I checked on him a few times and everything was fine. But when I just went up to empty the tub and rinse him off…I discovered the rug half soaked and probably a gallon of standing water.
Breathe.
Breathe.
I know it’s not a HUGE deal in the grand scheme of things…but I’ve warned him SO many times that he needs to learn the lesson. So until further notice (or he earns them back) he gets quick baths only.
Busy Day
Today was a busy day.
I enrolled Owen in pre-k (but won’t know if he’s accepted until next week—long story)—which meant an early trip to town (of course with both kids in tow).
Then, since we were already out, we stopped at Food Lion to get Owen’s frozen pizzas (we were totally out). And someone fell asleep on the way home:
Then I made Cocoa Rice Krispie treats…because we were having pool play group at our house. After Katie got out of the pool, she hung out with Connor eating Cheetos:
I gave both kids baths—which Katie is a nightmare flailing about since she doesn’t like to get water on her head or get rinsed off (I was soaked and the bathroom was pretty wet as well).
Then I made the three usual dinners—making theirs first then making mine as they eat (with Owen asking “Mom, are you going to eat dinner?”).
I’m beat. And it’s only 6:30.
Owen is definitely a smart—kid.
So, let’s just say there was a MAJOR poop incident tonight that should NOT have happened because he’s old enough and smart enough to know better. As he was in the bath and we were talking about it and discussing future punishments if it happened again…it went like this:
Me: If this happens again, we will take away your Legos for a week.
Owen: And if you take them away again…it would be…subtraction.
I was stunned into momentarily silence because that was NOT what I was expecting him to say but he WAS technically right. Stinker. I tried to keep from laughing but I did chuckle.
Me: You’re absolutely right. That would be subtraction.
Owen: 🙂
Our little engineer
We left Owen to play in his bath and he called us in to see this:
Ding-ding-dinger!
Owen: Mama! Look! I found the ding-ding-dinger!
Me: What’s a ding-ding-dinger?
Owen: It goes ‘Ding ding ding!’ and stops the cars. At the train.
Owen: It also means stop taking pictures!
Everybody has a home!
You will notice like-colored animals are in like-colored cups. That’s my boy!
Spoiled, crying Katie
So, since I’m a single parent this week, bath time was challenging (obviously one of us stays with Katie while Owen gets his bath but that wasn’t possible). I do leave her alone for a few minutes, but didn’t want to leave her alone for his entire bath…so the only safe place for her to go was in her crib. Which we never do unless it’s sleepy time. She’s never even been stuck in a pack-n-play except to sleep… In other words…SPOILED.
Needless to say she WAS. NOT. HAPPY. This is a compilation of about two minutes of the entire 15 minutes worth of screaming. I thought she might not mind as much if I was in with her, so kept running back and forth between checking on Owen and cleaning/organizing her room. Nope. She screamed whether I was in there or not.
But at least she doesn’t hold a grudge. This is minutes afterwards. It’s enough to balance out the earlier screaming…right?
Bathing Beauty
Baby in the Mirror
A shot of pure excitement!
Owen has been earning Lego minifigs for pooping in the potty (instead of hiding and pooping) and tonight he actually got out of his bath to poop in the potty! This is him being excited right before he got his new Lego guy.
And here he is with the figures he earned today!
Bath Night
Bath #1
Bath #2
The next step is baths together…but not quite yet.
Clean baby
Gramma got jammie duty tonight…including socks since the kids’ room gets a little chilly!
Counting to 100. Almost.
Bath chatter
Playing with a bath scrubby:
“He wants to go to preschool. He wants to play race cars and blocks and fun stuff.”
Holding a bath scrubby and moving it back and forth over his genital area:
“Can you see my penis? You see it? It’s hiding!”
Still pretending with the bath scrubby:
“Ladies and gentleman, I’m not going to preschool any more! No one is ever going to preschool.”
Bye Bye Binky
Tom took this video of Owen singing one of the songs from his new Xbox Sesame Street game (which also appears in a recent Sesame Street episode).
Project Desensitization
So tonight Tom and I went out again, leaving the kids (Owen) behind. He was just getting ready to get in his bath so I went up to tell him.
Me: Owen, daddy and I are going to the store.
Owen: [Looking down.] I’ll be crying.
Poor kid. But so cute because of the way he said it…like he was resigned to the fact he’d be crying but wasn’t actually that upset about it.
But as it turned out, Lin said he did pretty good. Phew.
Four more days to go.
Post-bath crazy hair!
