Brenna and Jonah have shut the door to their room–so I’m going to leave them there for a while. They can’t get out on their own though, because I put a child safety lock thing on the inside so that there can’t be any escapes from nap-time or bed time. Is that mean? No. It keeps me sane.
Anyway, it’s quiet. Brenna and Jonah are happily playing together without screaming or fighting or bugging each other. After about 10 minutes of crying (I think I would cry too if the contents of my diaper were dripping) my angelic baby has returned to his angelic state and is now asleep–on his stomach, I might add. Don’t tell my doctor, or child protective services, because they will insist that my 3 month old baby will suffocate and die of SIDS because he is sleeping on his tummy. But I’M the mom. He sleeps on his tummy very soundly. So there.
I am very proud of myself this morning. I bathed all three of my children. In one morning. All by myself. They are all clean and sweet smelling with clean underwear and clothes and nicely combed hair!! It always seems like such a dautning task. I mean–there’s water and toys and “I want bubbles!” and “Jonah’s kicking me!” and “I need more toys!” and the indiscriminate ear shattering screams when Jonah has perceived that he didn’t get his way. And in the bathroom it echoes. So, my children usually get bathed once a week. At the most. Sometimes I completely forget to bathe Logan because he doesn’t stink and hardly spits up or has messy poop explosions, and then I’ll realize it’s been nearly two weeks since he was so much as rinsed off, and that is like a quarter of his life! So then I get out the little tub and fill it with 98 degree water and plunge his delicious naked little body into the water and he screams, so I hurry and wipe him off with a little bit of baby soap, then I wrap him up in a hooded towell–and it all only takes like 5 minutes, so it shouldn’t be that big of a deal, but it’s just the thought of it. Or remembering to have a thought of it.
Anyway, Brenna and Jonah are yelling to be set free. I guess I’ll let them out.
