Let’s start 31 Days on a light note, shall we?
Here’s something you don’t see every day, at least not in this house –
Secret #1: The first baby is the only one we bathe.
Not really. But yeah, kinda.
You know that (awkward) saying about the frequency of newlywed “activities” compared to those of non-newlyweds? I think it’s safe to say the same math applies to how many baths a firstborn child has in the first five years of life compared to all subsequent children. As in, ASTRONOMICALLY MORE.
I remember so vividly when our E was a baby. She was our first and we had a such a lovely bedtime routine for her. Remember those? Bath, books, bed – nearly every single night for two and a half years.
And then came along the twins. And then everything changed.
Bless those sweet boys. It’s bad, y’all. Poor things look like they are perpetually on day 17 of hiking the Toddler Appalachian Trail, barefoot. Dirt under fingernails, stinky kid feet, marker-painted faces and black elbows where PB&J smeared and proceeded to pick up lint from 12-7pm. And yet, is it any match for a cold washcloth, ten seconds and a tired mama?
A simple cost/benefit analysis will show that the rewards of infrequent kid bathing (less effort, an extra 20 minutes sleep, less effort, lower water bill and less effort) far outweigh the risks (moderate smelliness and potential embarrassment).
Case in point: I returned home on Sunday from 3 nights away, during which the kids were left in the capable care of their papa. And though I can’t blame him, I have reason to believe the girl may have bathed once during this time and the boys not at all. They claim a shower happened, but I’m skeptical.
If a shower did happen, I am almost sure there was no soap involved.
Also, I’m sure I do not mind.
I’d kiss those cheeks no matter how dirty. And sleep? It is a good, good thing.
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