“Baths are the WORST thing…”
13 Jul 2010 1 Comment
Maybe if you’re a hyper four-year-old boy. Maybe.
This morning I crawled out of bed in time to babysit Sam, Ezra, and my three little second cousins who live in the area for a couple hours so Mom could do some stuff.
On her way out the door, Mom mentioned that Sam and Ezra were both in dire need of a bath. “You can even put them in the tub together, and let Sam help you with Ez.”
Okay.
I can do this, right? Piece of cake. I’ve bathed plenty of kids 0-5 before, just not at the same time.
Heh, yeah right.
I was carrying Ezra around in one arm, of course, so I walked back to the living room to locate Sam. Turning on oozy excitement and finding a smile somewhere (quite a feat before 9 in the morning) I looked Sam straight in the eyes, “Sam! Guess what! You get to take a bath this morning! Go grab some clean clothes and I’ll start your bathwater.”
Glazed stare from the four-year-old.
“Bath, that’s right.” I reached down with my free arm and nudged him to his feet.
Somewhat grudgingly but without too much complaint he made his way to the bathroom.
Once there however, the complaints unleashed.
“Baths are the WORST thing!” Sam moaned.
“Tough luck, buddy, you’re never gonna get away from them. Sorry about your luck.”
“Why are you undressing Ezra? I don’t want to take a bath.”
“Ezra’s gonna take the bath with you. It’ll be fun. Hop in the tub.”
“WWWWHHHHAAAAATTTTT??????”
Sam splashed his way into the tub and sat there looking miserable as I carefully set Ezra in the water with him.
“I don’t want to take a bath with Ezra.”
“Oh for pity’s sake, he’s your little brother! He can’t even sit up by himself!”
“But I don’t want to.”
“I remember Mom giving me baths with Andrew. Stop whining.” (My tolerance of his whining is decreasing, even while I’m starting to giggle at how far his lower lip is thrust out)
The whining continued… and continued… and continued… All the while Sam is whining, Ezra is laughing, and splashing, and the world’s happiest baby-in-bath. Guess they balance each other out.
Yes, I have to agree with you, he's just about the cutest thing ever--this picture is not from the morning bath session though. I didn't quite have enough hands to manage the two kids, let alone two kids plus a camera....
And just for some perspective... Sams lower lip was about 3 inches further out.
After one too many “This is weird.” comments I finally swallowed my giggles and solemnly swore to him that if he didn’t shut up he wouldn’t take a bath by himself until he was twelve.
The whining stopped.
Of course, it might have stopped because Sam finally laid eyes on a squirt gun that was floating around the bathtub. He got the most rotten grin on his face and promptly squirted me.
And squirted.
And squirted.
The problem was that the more he grinned and squirted, the more I giggled–and I was holding a three-month-old in the water. Suffice it to say i had no free extremity to swipe the squirt gun from him until I spent enough time juggling the baby and the washcloth that he had me wetter than the baby.
Coughing water out of my mouth, I assured Sam that I’d had quite enough water and he subsided a little sheepishly.
For five minutes.
I looked up from washing Ezra in time to see Sam, with one of those little yellow ducks and that tell-tale mischievous grin. Didn’t even have time to duck. 
(pun very much intended)
The long and short? I think there’s a good chance I got wetter than Sam did.
Jul 14, 2010 @ 13:36:03
dont ya just love that we gave him the ducks