This last Monday I decided to give the girls a bath.
At some point during the bath, Miriam's face reddened, signalling she was going the bathroom. I shrugged it off, assuming she was peeing - gross, but oh well. But then I saw brown marbles appear all over in the water.
"OH CRAP!"
I yanked Evette out of the water and told her to run and get wipes for me.
"Why?" (I wish when Evette asked "why" she did so out of genuine curiosity while responding to the request, but unfortunately that's never the case - it's the "why? that sounds like a ridiculous thing to do, and I'm not budging until I get an explanation" kind of "why"). After some sort of semi-panicked response she was convinced that I needed help and she ran down the hall, dripping wet, completely naked.
I pulled Miriam out of the water, set her down on the mat, and proceeded to fish the "floaties" out by hand. Disgusting but I couldn't think of an alternative fast enough.
I wiped Miriam, drained the bath tub, and rinsed the tub with the shower. We refilled the tub and the bath continued as if nothing had happened.
Fast forward 20ish minutes, Miriam is now cleaned, dried, lotioned-up, and in pajamas, Evette's still bathing and I've left Miriam to her own devices while I wash up Evette. Somehow during this washing, Evette slips and hits her head (that super sensitive part of the skull right behind and below the ear) on the corner of the bath tub. Naturally, she's screaming, soaked and covered in soap.
While I'm trying to calm Evette down I see Miriam out of the corner of my eye - she had gravitated towards the open toilet bowl, which Evette had not flushed after her most recent pee. Miriam was trying to fish out the toilet paper floating around in there, so I abandon my sobbing, exhausted 3 year-old to wash the hands of my wilting 1 year-old.
10 minutes later they were both in bed and somewhat clean. We all survived. It was a fun evening.
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