Bath Time Fun

Every night we go through a routine. (This is probably not surprising to any of you who are diligent followers of our blog or close friends of ours.) So, each night Ainsley takes a bath, we get our pajamas on, we dry hair, we read stories and drink milk, we brush our teeth, we sing songs, and then we pray. Yes, that's a lot for a bath time routine. And of course, a three year old does not skip any steps.

Fast forward...we now have two kids and its a Monday night. Why is this important, well Matthew works late on Monday nights and it's one of those nights were both kids take a bath. This was never a big deal to me or to Ainsley until tonight...

Ainsley: "Mom, I have an idea. How about Andrew and I both take a bath."
Mom: "Yes, Ainsley. Mom will give Andrew his bath and then give you yours."
Ainsley: "No, mom. How about we take a bath together."

Matthew and I had talked about this; but, we had never come to a conclusion. So, since I thought well, I can save water, possibly time, and they are both still young, why not give it a try. (Before you even read on, I was spared any of those questions. You know the ones I am talking about.)

So, into the bath tub we go. (Andrew wearing a wash cloth as q pseudo bathing suit.) Ainsley was strictly lectured on bath tub etiquette while co-bathing. No splashing, mermaid-playing, and no bubbles. All agreed to without a problem.

From Andrew Tyndale Rankin

Ainsley: "Mom, I have an idea. How about I wash Andrew and you wash me."
Mom: "No, mom will wash you both."
Ainsley: "How about I do his hair, mom."
Mom: "No, how about you pour water on his feet." (This was agreed to, though the pouring of water did make it up to the stomach. Andrew was a good sport about it.)

So, with Andrew bathed, I got him out and ready for night-time while Ainsley played. According to her "making pancakes". So how a soaked pink bath tub towel (that I told her not to touch) ends up in the tub and becomes a pancake, I will never know. Needless to say my fail proof plan went awry here. So, I now have a newly cleaned floor and some extra bath towels to wash tonight.

With Ainsley out of the tub, Andrew playing in his crib we proceed with our routine. Ainsley is chattering away about her new matching toothpaste and tooth brush. We return to her room where she asks where is dad. I let her know he is at work and will be home after she goes to bed. She lets me know the following:

"His first name is dad."
"His second name is Matthew."
"The next name is Matthew Dale Rankin."
"Andrew's name is Andrew Tyndale Rankin. Brother."

Checking on Andrew. This must have been more excitement then I realized for him. He's out (only for 15 minutes though, he wants in on the stories.) And yes, that's a lambie like Ainsley's there with him. He likes touching it but there have been no plays for sucking on the ear. The pacifier still works just fine.

From Andrew Tyndale Rankin

She's in bed. We give kisses and hugs. Andrew too. It's 8:30 both kids are down. Was the routine shorter. No. Was it less painful, not really. It still took an hour and a half for both, but tonight brought a few more laughs for me.