It started so simple. An afternoon bath to pass the time before Daddy got home.
Two cute kiddos, who almost always bathe together.
With Daddy.
I preface this story, but saying that I rarely bathe the kids. Bathtime and bedtime are essentially Daddy Time around here, as I clean up a bit or get some work or a project done. I love that they have this sweet routine with their Dad {sweet, until the brush and detangler come out-- I often have to intervene and help out with that-- but that's another story}.
So back to today. A relaxing afternoon bath... that quickly turned... maybe a bit too relaxing it turns out.
Everything was going fine until a little guy starts doing a bit of grunting. Using my speedy ninja skills, I whipped out the Dora potty seat and picked up that wet baby, transferring him to the potty as fast as I could.
But alas, the tub FULL of toys, and a sister, was already polluted, along with a few spots on the bathroom floor.
What ensued, was nothing short of chaos, wet kids, a slippery floor, scooping out of unmentionable elements, collecting of toys, catching a wet, naked, crawling-away baby, a quick soap up and rinse off in the sink, a thorough cleaning of the tub, a subsequent re-bathing of the poor, innocent daughter, and finally, hair drying of said daughter while son cried in his play corral.
{deep breath}
I think I'll let Daddy keep his evening bath time rituals. Although I'm not sure when my tub was last this clean, so there's that!
*** Bonus!!
While documenting my clean tub, I thought I'd show you a few of the pretty things in my kids' bathroom, to make up for the poop story, of course.
First, there are a couple of water color paintings, by one of my favorite artists, Sharon Quick.
And finally, the beautiful quilted beach scene, designed and made by my mom. She was inspired by a cute paper napkin and then designed this wall hanging. So fun.