Friday, February 28, 2014

If that ain't love, then I don't know what is!

That's right, when your husband is gone for three nights and you bath the babies the night before he gets home so he can semi relax upon his arrival, that's love baby!
Of course this probably made most of you think forget the fact that bathing a set of infant twins is suppose to be a romantic gesture, YOU DON'T EVEN BATH THEM EVERY SECOND NIGHT!
Nope, not even.
I hosted a meeting at my house while Clayton was gone and the ladies asked how I managed to bath 4 kids 4 and under by myself.
My answer: Oh, bath them... I don't. 
Ya, says one, I only bath mine every second night, except of course in the summer, then it's every night.
I thought she was gonna say, then it's once a week!
So it's only me then?!
In the summer I just spray 'em off with a hose, that or let them run through the sprinklers and call it good. ;)

I like to tell people it's because after bathing Tristan less it really helped his eczema.
But of course we all know the real reason, I'm a hippy, a dirty hippy!
(Once I referred to my Uncle's girlfriend as a hippy and he took offence to it. I was kind of shocked, I mean isn't being called a hippy like the highest compliment? Then I moved to AB and had my eyes opened... yet to be brain washed! Clayton's working on it though. ;)

Anyhow the bath chat got me thinking that maybe I could try it on my own. So I did. Even got a video of the operation of transporting two babies to the bath tub. Although thinking about it now I suppose I could have just carried them and placed them on a blanket by the tub one at a time. But what's the fun in that!  Maybe once my brother fixes my computer this Sunday (fingers crossed) I'll be able to upload the video.

Although Clayton was happy to not have to bath babies after a busy week away, he had a different, not blog appropriate, example of what love is.
Thanks for that honey.

Anyhow this uber romantic, slightly grimy, very happy to have her husband home, hippy is signing off!
Goodnight.




7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Cute Kimberly, the hippy!
You're just used to having had a huge lake at your disposal when you were in BC.... a mighty big bathtub! he,he (Now that's hippy style!)
Bet you are glad Clayton's home again so "wonder woman" has help from her "wonder man".
You two are so great as parents! love Mom... a "once a week" bath hippy :)

Allise said...

What an act of love! Especially for those of us who know how challenging bath time is for you :) I'm glad it went well! And here's hoping Justin gets that computer fixed.... that way you can have a new post every second day... or do hippies only post on their blog once a week as well? ;)

Hippylovinunc said...

I should have married that Hippy.

Should"nd have listened to you.
I loved that Hippy.

Anonymous said...

I'm an Alberta born prairies girl who *gasp* doesn't bathe her babies every night or even every second night depending on how my days going so it ain't just a hippy thing, it's a sanity thing... I say to anyone who wants to judge, come put my kids to bed while I go to town and you'll see what I'm talking about!! lol Hang in there fellow twins mom, what doesn't kill us makes us stronger! Thank god for husbands being home in the evenings... :)

Christine

Vanessa said...

That is Love :) As long as your love language is 'acts of service' otherwise it might be lost on some people.
You and your 'dirty hippy' kids :) Mom must have used the garden house approach often in the summer, because I remember Sunday night being bath night whether you needed it or not :) Also the first one in the tub got the clean water...

Amber said...

Unless there's a diaper blow out, every 3 or 4 days is about as good as it gets around here for the little people!

I consider it a treat if I get to shower more than twice a week! (Even if I get puked on in the middle of the night...)

Glad we're on the same page (or close!)

Anonymous said...

awwww! So glad to hear it is also 'not just me'! I haven't given the baby too many baths as it seems like way too much work. Can't imagine with two...