Bathtime

Back when we first brought the kids home from the hospital, I was under the impression that I was the only person who could give the kids baths. On weekends, when Gary and I would be deciding who would handle which feeding, I would plan everything around the feeding that involved the baths, because I had to give the baths, for whatever reason. He never argued, mind you. Then one weekend day when we were working out our daily schedule, I thought, well why the heck can't HE bathe them? So, I told him he would be doing the feeding with the baths. He said, "You want ME to bathe them?" I said there was no reason he couldn't do as good a job as me with it, and 1.5 years later Gary gives more baths than I do.

Honestly, I think he does a better job than I do. I love sitting downstairs listening to all four of them laugh and giggle during bathtime. Last weekend I went upstairs to obtain photographic evidence of bathtime. First the stripdown:



Then chase everyone around the bedroom. . . .



Then everyone is ushered into the bathroom:



Then popped into the tub. . . .




Next, water is poured directly over the kids' heads. I particularly love watching this when it's Henry's turn. As soon as he sees the pitcher of water over his head, he opens up his mouth into a big "o" -- I think he's trying to drink the water.





Then, hairwashing and styling (until I was up there last weekend, I had no idea that the styling took place, but apparently it is an every bathtime thing):





Then another water dunking. . . .





Followed by the big dry-off:





And finally the exit from the bathroom! (Don't you just LOVE little baby bottoms?)