Showing posts with label bath. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bath. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Jacob's First Bath

I'm not so sure about this bathing ritual. Being without my clothes and diaper in this thing that is making me a bit chilly and cold, is not something I'm particularly fond of. Try back in a few weeks.
Thanks,
Jacob

Sunday, December 28, 2008

The Sunday Funnies

Andy and Aaron's little antics were worthy of the funny pages today. This morning as Mike was getting Andy dressed for church, they were having a little conversation about little brother.

Andy: "When Aaron gets bigger, he can wear pull-ups like me and then sleep in my bed. I will sleep by my camera and he can sleep on the other side." Somehow I just don't see the two of them sleeping in a full size bed together.

Later on in the afternoon, Mike was out shoveling the snow off the street in front of our drive way and Andy declared: "Daddy needs a little boy to help him." My little super hero to the rescue.



We had grandpa and grandma over for dinner tonight as
Andy missed seeing his grandma today at church. After dinner is bath time in our house and Mike had started the water running, then went to get pajamas. I was standing in the living room telling grandma that Aaron was almost able to climb in the tub by himself. Mike walked back into the bathroom and got quite the surprise. Yes, Aaron climbed right into the tub, clothes and all. He didn't seem the least bit bothered wearing a fleece one piece outfit and diaper.

Friday, October 3, 2008

It was bound to happen

Poop in the bath. I was very fortunate with Andy that we didn't have any mishaps while bathing. Granted, the fountain would usually appear, so you knew he was relaxed and ready to be cleaned, but he never pooped in the tub.
Enter baby boy number two. Aaron was seven months old before he and his brother began bathing together. Well, tonight the inevitable happened. I was in the bedroom folding laundry and Mike was giving the boys a bath. All of a sudden Andy starts shouting, "there's poop in the bath!"
I was thinking maybe a floaty or two, but it turned out to be much worse. Empty tub, scrub two little boys, spray off with the hand held shower and then scrub the tub. All in a night work.