So we didn't get around to cleaning up the kids' bath toys last night, something I didn't notice until I was about to enter the shower for my morning hosing-off. Thought that seeing as my shower happens at 2:45 in the morning, it would be quieter for all concerned if I didn't try moving any toys until after getting into the shower because inevitably I drop something so maybe the shower will cover the noise and...
...okay, Her Awesomeness is out of bed and giving me That Look. So much for my theory. Another fine mess created by yours truly.
Showing posts with label bathtime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bathtime. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Thursday, April 10, 2008
BETRAYAL ON THE CHANGING TABLE
My poor little guy.
Beast was a little, um, grainy down below the other night, and it fell to me to change him since Her Awesomness was cleaning up after a truly stupendous macaroni-and-cheese-and-peas-and-hot-dog dinner entree. No problem, down comes the pull-up and wow, son, that's redder than a May Day parade in Moscow in the fifties. Gotta get the wipes and --
Lord bless my wife, she came right quick and made the judgment call that this time it was okay if there were a few stray crudniks on the fundament, because those could be hosed off in the tub before getting the bath proper under way. A little oatmeal in the bath, a touch of ointment afterwards, and the lad was right as rain, and once mommy calmed him down he gave me one of his treasured run-n-hugs from all the way down the hall.
Which are only the best things in the world.
Beast was a little, um, grainy down below the other night, and it fell to me to change him since Her Awesomness was cleaning up after a truly stupendous macaroni-and-cheese-and-peas-and-hot-dog dinner entree. No problem, down comes the pull-up and wow, son, that's redder than a May Day parade in Moscow in the fifties. Gotta get the wipes and --
OWWWW!This'll be over with in no time, big guy, just --
OWWWWW!-- let me --
(beseechingly) Daddy, what are you doing to me?Dude. Oh, little dude. You're gonna make me cry looking at me like that. My sweet trusting decent little guy.
(growling and glaring)HONEY, COME BAIL ME OUT QUICK BEFORE THE KID HATES ME FOR LIFE.
Lord bless my wife, she came right quick and made the judgment call that this time it was okay if there were a few stray crudniks on the fundament, because those could be hosed off in the tub before getting the bath proper under way. A little oatmeal in the bath, a touch of ointment afterwards, and the lad was right as rain, and once mommy calmed him down he gave me one of his treasured run-n-hugs from all the way down the hall.
Which are only the best things in the world.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
THREE NIGHTS AND COUNTING
Noodle has done three nights out of four falling asleep without help, and as of bathtime she's psyched to go for four. We'll see.
In the meantime, the family has ditched the calming pre-bedtime routine favored by experts everywhere, seeing as it didn't seem to work in the least. Instead, there's the post-dinner wig-out, culminating in the march to the bathroom during which I pick up Beast and pretend he's a set of bagpipes, holding him upside down while making the loudest possible fart noises I can on his chubby (but no longer stubby) little legs.
I don't know what your household calls them, but here in Boogerland the fart-noise-on-leg (or tummy, or rump) is referred to as a "zotz". Is there another word? Inquiring minds need to know.
UPDATE: She's at four!
In the meantime, the family has ditched the calming pre-bedtime routine favored by experts everywhere, seeing as it didn't seem to work in the least. Instead, there's the post-dinner wig-out, culminating in the march to the bathroom during which I pick up Beast and pretend he's a set of bagpipes, holding him upside down while making the loudest possible fart noises I can on his chubby (but no longer stubby) little legs.
I don't know what your household calls them, but here in Boogerland the fart-noise-on-leg (or tummy, or rump) is referred to as a "zotz". Is there another word? Inquiring minds need to know.
UPDATE: She's at four!
Friday, February 8, 2008
CEASEFIRE
The big end-of-the-day timesaver is to get Noodle and Beast into the tub together so we can hose 'em down and get them ready for beddy-bye time more quickly. Lots of luck getting that to happen; there's usually crying and howling and mishegoss and Her Awesomeness and I can't figure out why for love nor money. Nor can we figure out why the fighting doesn't happen sometimes. Like last night. Beast had an appointment with the otto...oto...otolaryngi... ear doctor, which due to its scheduling necessitated dinner out (a whole other project right there), so there goes our militarily precise schedule.
And yet...
We drive home and the Noodle asks nicely for the "horse and tail song" instead of howling for it when she hears something she doesn't like; instead of the usual transition battles the little ones marched smartly inside, put their boots neatly into the tray, and since they weren't getting their hair cut they didn't have to move each other's clothes down to the lower peg and report to Mr Viney that they've had their chit signed. And into the tub they went. Adorableness and splashing ensued...and not the usual squalling!...followed by butt-nekkid toddlers tear-assing into the living room because they were so good we figured they'd earned a bit of TV while they got their jammies on. Beast likes The Incredibles, as it turns out.
Most amazing of all, they went to bed with only a bare minimum of grousing, and the Noodle even deigned to give me a smooch before dozing off in her pile of stuffed animals.
We have no idea why it went so well.
Today we will return to our regularly scheduled chaos and madness.
And yet...
We drive home and the Noodle asks nicely for the "horse and tail song" instead of howling for it when she hears something she doesn't like; instead of the usual transition battles the little ones marched smartly inside, put their boots neatly into the tray, and since they weren't getting their hair cut they didn't have to move each other's clothes down to the lower peg and report to Mr Viney that they've had their chit signed. And into the tub they went. Adorableness and splashing ensued...and not the usual squalling!...followed by butt-nekkid toddlers tear-assing into the living room because they were so good we figured they'd earned a bit of TV while they got their jammies on. Beast likes The Incredibles, as it turns out.
Most amazing of all, they went to bed with only a bare minimum of grousing, and the Noodle even deigned to give me a smooch before dozing off in her pile of stuffed animals.
We have no idea why it went so well.
Today we will return to our regularly scheduled chaos and madness.
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