Day Two

Day 2 was a lot better for me. I taught Joy School, picked apples, took a nap, made a craft with the boy's footprints, and finished the day with a clean house!

Today in Joy School we talked about being silly. I honestly don't think these kids need lessons on being silly. Mikey is always saying, "I'm a silly guy", and "Mom, you a silly girl". Obviously we all are a little silly.

Having the focus so light-hearted, school was pretty much just playing around. We danced to music, we sang songs, read silly stories, and even built a fort using stools and a blanket.

William thought it was hilarious to stand up and have his little head touch the blanket - the other kids thought it was disastrous since it caused the blanket to cave in.


After lunch LeNae and I took the boys to a friends house to pick apples from her trees. There were TONS of apples. We've been picking there before, and have already made lots of applesauce, but I figure I need to start working more on my food storage, and applesauce is a great place to start.

The boys enjoyed playing with their friends, William enjoyed prolonging the time until he took a nap, and I didn't enjoy risking my neck by climbing the tree (what am I, a child?).

LeNae was a HUGE help.

She didn't even block Grant from the sun!

After getting home, William, Grant and I all took a nap - which allowed me to function without yelling at the boys.

Now here's a littly FYI - If you ever want to preserve your child's hand print or footprint, I recommend using Crayola's Model Magic. This stuff is great.

You kneed it for a few minutes, then using a rolling pin, flatten it out to the shape and size you desire (make sure to have it be at least 1/2 an inch thick or else it will crack), you can use a knife, or scissors later to perfect the shape of your layout. Then you press your child's hand onto the surface. It's great because there is no mixing, it's easy to use, nothing sticks to your hands, and if you mess up, just start over. I love this stuff. Do I sound like an infomercial?

Tonight we made a foot impression to hang up in the boys' room.
Mikey had to make one with Pippen's "claw" I know a lot of this was useless, boring information, but it was all for Todd. Plus, all my funniness lies within Todd, so pray he can visit soon, or just don't read my posts for the next month - which would be too difficult for you to do, I know you're just on the edge of your seat wondering if I can handle the four boys on my own or your making bets to see when I will check into a psych ward.

Day One

Today is the day one of Todd's four week rotation in Columbus. In short, today actually sucked. The kids were not acting very well, the house was a mess - any time I tried cleaning it up, a mess would be starting somewhere else, I had to talk to an office manager about an incorrect bill, I was tired the moment I woke up and I just could not seem to be happy. Dinner was good though - LeNae and I tried making a new dish.

In reality everything that was wrong was because of me and my missing Todd. Which is actually good - it reminds me just how much I love and appreciate him, and how much I depend upon him. It really wasn't too terrible of a day, I'm just glad it's over and that LeNae's here.

The other night, while out to eat with some friends, I mentioned how sad I was that Todd was going to be gone for a month. As I felt sorry for my terrible situation, I realized I was talking to women who know the meaning of loneliness. My one friend's husband has to constantly travel for business, and she has three young children and another one on the way. My other friend, through no fault of her own (she really is quite a saint), no longer has a husband and has to not only deal with her own loneliness, but the frustrations and hurt of her children.

I really am so blessed, and have no reason to complain. This time will pass quickly, and it does give me a chance to focus more attention on the boys - for example I had Roger sleep with me last night. Luckily for you I will probably be blogging more to show pictures of the boys to Todd.

My friend said that the first day is always the worst - so here is to tomorrow!!

Dear Concerned Mother,

I do appreciate the "heads up" or concern when my son has sneaked out of the house and is running down the street, but I do know how much food my one-year-old with an abnormally large mouth can handle in his mouth, I do not need to be alerted that he has just stuck an entire cracker in his mouth. He is on my lap, and even though it may not be "good manners" to eat so much at once, I really am not concerned. Also, while in the kiddie pool, please do not come up to me to inform me that my son has "snot bubbles" forming. I do not care. He's always been a little snotty, so I am not surprised. If it makes you sick to look at, don't look. If you're concerned about the health of your own child (even though the snot is clear) do not bring your child to a kiddie pool - his snot is the least of your worries.

As LeNae was going to bed last night the boys were still awake playing in their rooms. I then heard her ask, "do you want to sleep with me?"
I later found them like this

LeNae is a better person than I am.
But I think LeNae has missed having someone to sleep with her. She and Lana - although they had their own rooms and five years between their ages - always slept together.
LeNae is quite the cuddle bug. I think she and Mikey are perfect snuggle buddies.

Funny that LeNae's only complaint was that the boys shirts glowed in the dark.

Dear Universe

How can I get my one-year-old to quit pushing on my tummy and explain to him that there is not a baby inside there anymore?

Zoo Day

Todd had the day off, so we decided to go to the zoo, especially since he will be leaving Sunday for a four week rotation in Columbus (sniff sniff). On the way to the zoo, Todd got a page stating that his TB test is due and that he cannot start his rotation without it, so he actually had to leave the zoo a little early. But he still got some time in.

Todd's favorite activity was playing "the wagon is going to crash" with the boys. He would push the wagon and send it on it's way. The boys, of course, found this to be hilarious. I will need to get their IQs checked.

Roger was in a very friendly mood while out. He would stop and while waving his hand say "Hi" to random strangers and animals. He even stopped at a slow concession stand to say Hi to the lady. He kept on saying Hi to the camels, who didn't answer back.

They had an animal petting area (with goats and donkeys). William kept on calling the donkeys "Nae" - and not after my sister Nae, but for the noise horses make. Roger would point to the goats and say, "He's kinda like a doggie, kinda like Joey".

Mikey was enjoying the goats with Todd, until one snapped at him. After that he kept his distance.

LeNae met us there after her classes were over, and good thing too because it would have been difficult for me to continue after Todd left without her. The boys absolutely love her, so they'll actually listen to her while they will disobey me with no problem.

We saw a group of elderly people from a nursing home - or maybe it was an assisted living home. Looking at the few people they had to push the wheelchairs, I felt pretty good about my group. After watching them for a bit I concluded that it would have been easier to take the zoo to the nursing home - transporting an elephant and dealing with a lion would have been so much easier than what the caretakers were going through.

While admiring an animal, a couple of the old grandmas kept on staring at my boys. One woman must have said something about the boys for the caretaker said, "I know but we're here to look at the animals, not the children". (hehe, I LOVE old people)

This was the last weekend that the zoo was hosting this special "Touch" exhibit in which we got to touch stingrays. It was awesome, and by far the boys favorite part. Mikey has actually been carrying around a toy stingray the last little bit, so it was perfect.

At first I didn't think the boys would be able to touch a stingray because they were swimming on the bottom of the pool and their poor little arms just aren't long enough to reach that far. LeNae accidental put William's nose in the water attempting to reach his arm further.

But the stingrays soon started swimming near the top also. The boys loved this and would yell, "YES! I touch a 'tingray". Even William got excited. Grant was just excited that his brothers were leaving him alone.

My son is a professional

Look at how big those shorts are! He first put both his legs in one hole, I didn't even notice until I already had put one shoe on. He should donate the extra material to make Roger some shorts.

If you have ever watched professional soccer, you will notice one thing - the players hardly ever move from their positions. It actually becomes a huge game of pass the ball. My high school soccer team wasn't quite up to that level - I did a lot of running around.

Well, after looking at different sports, I think we have found Mikey's calling. He is awesome at soccer! His first game was last Saturday, his next game is tomorrow. (I'll let you know how that goes if I get around to it).

While all the other kids run around the ball in a huge cluster, Mikey has the maturity and understanding of the game to stand back and defend his position, even if he believes his position is out of bounds.

It actually was a lot of fun to watch him play. He would sometimes get side tracked and stop and admire the goal post. His coach was very good and patient with him, which we very much appreciated. Todd got a little worked up and nervous about his boy, but I think he did great, and really, he's showing professional potential.

Here's Mikey and his favorite flag he would get distracted with

He was excited for the shinguards. "These a help so my legs don't get hurt"

Mikey's favorite part of the game was getting the snack afterwards. "Play half a game get a whole snowcone"....gotta love Brian Regan

Update - His game on Saturday went great. His team may even have won - I dunno, they don't keep score nor shoot in the correct goals. Mikey played his own game. When he got tired or bored he would sit himself out on the bench. When he wanted to get back in the game, he had a great way to join back in. He put on this attitude that he didn't really know what he was doing and he just mosied onto the field (giving his team one extra player on the field). I kept telling LeNae that she needed to master that skill.

In case you weren't aware....

William is a big boy.

I know, this came as news to me...

I still considered him to be somewhat of a baby, but he has decided that he will no longer be treated as a baby. Here is the proof:

1. He no longer sits in a high chair - and he only recently fell off the stool for the first time (of course he fell off of it 5 times in the same day)

Todd was excited for the prospect of putting away the high chair, until I reminded him of this:

yes, that is Grant not William. Grant is not eating solids yet, but sometimes you need a place to put your child that will keep him away from his brother's reach. I don't think our poor high chair has had a break.

2. He sleeps in a big bed with the big boys

He couldn't handle the confinement of the crib anymore. That should motivate him to stay out of jail later in life. For a few days I was able to use the crib as a punishment for not staying in his big bed, but he has learned how to climb out (dang it!).

You have to admit they look cute together.

3. He can now open doors

This is actually a disappointment. Where are the boundaries now drawn? A one-year-old should not be able to walk in and out of any room that he desires. This also makes nap time more difficult because not only can he get out of bed, he can open the closed door! But, I've just remedy that by locking the door.

Yesterday morning I was down in the basement exercising (go me) when I heard Todd leave for work. Ten minutes later I came upstairs to make breakfast. As I was walking into the kitchen I heard a little high voice say "Doey". It confused me because I knew it was William's voice, but it wasn't coming from the direction of the toy room.

I walked by the front door, which was open, and there with his nose to the glass of the storm door was William and Joey. He must have noticed Todd leaving and tried following him...Again, curse the door opening ability!

William and Joey are great "friends". Joey doesn't even seem to mind it when William sits on him

4. He peed in the potty today

This was a shock. Since Roger has been potty trained William has been so fascinated with it (well, he's always loved toilets, especially dipping his toys in them). As I was undressing him this morning he said, "Peepee". So, being the wonderfully patient mother that I am, I carried him to the toilet and sat him on it. In just a few seconds he peed! I was so thrilled, but mostly surprised.

So...I'm debating potty-training him. He is showing the signs, but have I mentioned that I hate potty-training? There is nothing I would rather not do than potty-training....except for maybe change a six-year-old's diaper. I guess eventually it is inevitable.

I guess I can move Grant to the crib now....at least he'll have more room for when William climbs into bed with him.

Hello Erkle

After taking showers today, I hurried and helped the boys get dressed. I put Mikey's shirt on first, then his pants.

After I had already started on getting Roger dressed, I noticed that I had accidentally pulled Mikey's pants over the bottom of his shirt - causing his shirt to be tucked in. Usually this wouldn't be too much of a problem, but Mikey tends to be a little OCD about things. I thought he would freak out over it.

"I tuck my shirt in like Daddy's" Mikey said as he tucked his shirt in more. - Wow, I did not expect that.

He kept on talking about tucking in his shirt like Daddy's (which Todd does tuck his shirt in when he's dressed up, not in basketball shorts). Mikey even "told on" Roger for not having his shirt tucked in.

Stylish, I know.

Just Keep Swimming

Mikey and Roger have been taking swimming lessons the last month. They absolutely love it, and I absolutely love their teacher, Miss Ruth. She's an older grandma who has great patience, and knows just how to talk to these young children.
They have class twice a week, then afterwards, since they are already in their swimsuits, we go swimming for a while. (This is probably the reason I've been slacking on my posting lately - that or my four kids)
Today was one of my "better" days.
After lessons, I got in the pool with the boys and had them jump in the water and swim to me. Of course I could only handle this for so long because the life guard was staring at me the entire time. I don't know if I could really blame her, here I am with a baby in a nearby stroller and three kids in the 4ft pool, none of which are wearing any sort of flotation device. I really would have to be a lifeguard's nightmare.
After half and hour of enduring the constant feeling of being watched, I decided to take the kids into the kiddie pool. This kiddie pool is awesome, and was well thought through. It's not too deep (but I do have to keep an eye on William, he sometimes has stability problems when he walks), there's a little slide, water spouts, and it is gated.
I put Grant in his swim suit and sat down in the water with him. He loved it, except for when he would get splashed by his brother's running by him. Nor did he enjoy the time that William bit his hand (William likes to pretend eat things and people, and sometimes he gets a little excited and actually bites down).
William stayed close to "Bae' Bob" for the most part, except for when he almost drowned (yep, I saved him - where did that life guard go?). Then he left my side for awhile.
Watching William standing away from me, I become suspicious that he was up to something. I walked over and peered down his diaper. Sure enough he had done his business.
This meant that swimming time was officially over. With Grant in one arm, I picked up William with the other, and told the other boys it was time to go.
Mikey got out, but Roger yelled, "No, I not done yet!" He then wrapped his arms and legs around this metal pole demonstrating to me that he was serious.
I asked him to leave several times, but still no moving. At this point, I walked over, with everyone watching and two babies in my arms.
I asked him again, he remained defiant. So, I wedged my foot in between his arms and pulled him from the pole. I know I looked ridiculous and probably quite mean, but this is reality for me.
Sometimes I wish I had more arms.

You don't even want to know

Grant has been sleeping through the night the last couple of nights. Of course this makes us want to celebrate.

At 2:30 this morning, we put our celebrations on hold for we woke up to crying. But not Grant's crying. William was standing outside our door. I opened the door, and thinking he wanted to come lie down with us, I told him to come join us.

An hour later he was still awake. He kept moving around, sitting up, then suddenly throwing himself back, at times hitting us with his head, he would kick his little feet on us.

To top it off, he was singing the entire time.

His songs were of his own creation, and actually consisted of him just singing the same words over and over again. One song was - Da-Da and the other was Na-Nae. The first syllable was a lower note and the following syllable was on a higher note.

Not only did this singing keep us from sleeping, but he was singing songs about Todd and LeNae - Love you too William.

Todd finally decided to take William into a different room. As they were leaving the room I heard another cry from one of my children.

I found Mikey on the floor by his bed. He had fallen out of bed, and was now looking for his giraffe, which he did not go to bed with.

I tried to get him to go to bed without it, but when he was still freaking out, I decided to threaten him with our most productive threat ... a cold shower.

"Mikey, if you don't calm down I'm going to give you a cold shower"
"No, No!"
"Okay, then stop"

One time when I was going to take a shower Mikey asked me what I was doing. I told him, then to give him more knowledge I informed him that people take showers so that they can get clean and not stink. Since then, whenever I take a shower Mikey asks, "Mom, you stink?"

Imagine my surprise when just after threatening Mikey with a cold shower he says, "Mom, I stink!"

What! No! I was not going to give him a shower in the middle of the night! My threat had backfired, and I HATE that!

Luckily Todd had brought in Mikey's giraffe, and all was calm.

So, in the middle of the night at our house we have showers, feedings, and sing-along with William.

Our friends had their first baby 10 days ago. At church today the husband was excited because he only woke up twice last night. He asked Todd how his night went. Todd just informed him, "You don't want to even know"

This is a little ridiculous

When I was training for my marathon a few years ago, my fondest memory of training was that Todd would go with me on my long runs. He would get out our "Purple Passion" - a bike that his dad had gotten out of the trash and given to us - hook up the bike trailer to the bike, put the two boys in the trailer and ride along with me slowly as I ran.

It wasn't always easy, or terribly fun, but it was good to spend that time together - even if we weren't necessarily talking the entire time.

Now Todd has started training for a marathon (can't handle his wife showing him up anymore). He has done a great job getting up early and running. LeNae is training with him - she's just too easy going to refuse the offer to run.


Todd wanted me to ride the bike, pulling the kids behind, just like old times. The only problem is now we have twice as many kids.


So, we had to improvise.

Quite ridiculous

Side Note - The two trailers are not really designed to be pulled together, we had to rig it ourselves.

What happened to Grant

While William and Grant were asleep and the other two boys were playing nicely in the toy room yesterday, I decided to wash my stinky dog. Because of his fur, you have to blow dry him afterwords (I know, I never thought I would go as low as blow-drying my dog - I don't even blow-dry my own hair!)

As I'm blow-drying, Mikey and Roger walked in. They started talking to me, but because of the blow-dryer, I couldn't hear them very well. Judging by the look on Mikey's face, I decided that I should probably listen, so I turned off the dryer.

"Mom, where's Grant?" - uh oh, I don't like questions like that. This is Mikey's way of getting me to ask him that question so he can give me the answer.

"Where's Grant?" I ask

"He's on his head ..................Roger put him on his head"

This obviously was not what I wanted to hear, but sometimes kids describe things differently, so I asked Mikey what happen to Grant.

"Roger did it"

"Did what?"

"No, I di'n't do it! Mom, you did it!" Roger puts in, "Mom, what you do to 'rant?"

At this point I knew that I needed to go find out what was going on. I never like it when my boys talk about Grant's head, and I don't like it when they start blaming everyone else of something about Grant's head.

I had left Grant in his swing like this:

When I went downstairs, Grant was in his swing was like this:

I imagine one of the boys somehow tipped the swing over like this:

Then tried to get Grant out of the situation by tipping it into the position I found him. When they realized that they couldn't help Grant themselves, they came and found me. I couldn't get too upset at them for I wasn't quite sure who was to blame (besides myself for assuming they would leave a sleeping, swinging child alone) and they did come get me when there was trouble.

Side note - no actual babies were actually harmed in the reenacting of these moments. In the last two photos, Grant is played by our disturbingly human-like Baby Moses doll.

Good Job Mikey

This weekend Mikey went on his first father & son campout! He was so excited. We decided to have Roger stay home because we figured that the chances of everyone having a good experience may decrease if Roger were to go. It was sad when they left because Roger cried and cried. "I lose my daddy" is what he said. Notice how happy Roger is
After a bit, Roger calmed down and we had a fun evening. Just having one child gone made so much of a difference. I felt like I was on vacation - and Mikey is my easiest child! I really don't know if it was not having Mikey, or not having Todd that made it seem so easy.
Sunday was the Primary Program, and this being Mikey's first year in Primary, it was his first program. He did a great job sitting on the stand - only started wondering off once. When the children sang, you could hear a little raspy, monotone voice "singing" the words very clearly. This was Nathan's voice - I don't think Mikey sang one word. He was too busy avoiding eyecontact with me - but when he did look at me, I got a huge smile from him.
Roger loved it, he was so disappointed that he couldn't go up with Mikey (life is very difficult when you're three).

Botanical Gardens

Today I took the boys to the Botanical Gardens. Of course it had to rain today, so we didn't spend too much time in the Children's Garden which is outside. I went with a couple of other mothers from Early Childhood PTA. Of course all of us brought only boys (what is in the water up here?) We played in the Children's Garden, while having a light sprinkle on us, the boys didn't mind though. They got to play with watering cans, feed some fish, play with umbrellas, climb up a "tree house". After we decided that we were all getting too wet, we went to the indoor exhibits.

Inside we went through a desert exhibit, where Mikey's favorite part was the "pretty leaf" and Roger's was the chameleon, Grant's was the diaper change.

The next exhibit was the coolest. It was the rainforest, which was filled with tons of butterflies. They were beautiful! It was crazy seeing so many fly around.

We then had lunch in a classroom. All was going well until I realized that I had left the boys sandwiches on the kitchen counter at home! We were able to improvise, and the boys were very well behaved.

It was almost a perfect day, until at the very end Mikey had gotten away from me. We all looked for him, and I finally found him just skipping down a hallway. He had no clue that he was lost - maybe it was just me being lost. Oh, and also Roger got bit by another little boy that is William's age. But, I was just grateful it wasn't my kid doing the biting, and that Roger didn't hit him back.

This is the kid that bit Roger - he liked to hug William who is more of a kissing person

My Love

Grant is still not sleeping through the night - he has given me some teaser nights, making me believe that he was going to continue sleeping through the night, but alas he was just teasing me.
Todd and I have this agreement that when the baby wakes up, Todd gets the baby and brings him to me - this way I get a little more sleep. It really is helpful, and because of it, I will usually not wake up from a crying baby, I will only wake up when the baby is "handed" to me.
Tuesday night Grant woke up and Todd brought him to me. Grant didn't want to play nice. I tried nursing him lying down, but he wouldn't have it. So I sat on my bed and nursed him while sitting up, hunched over while being quite drowsy.
Todd saw this and recommended that I lie down. In broken English (because at 3AM, making coherent statements is a gamble) I told him that I could wait.
Then the sweetest thing happened. Todd reached over, rubber my back, whispered "I love you" then went back to sleep.
It was so dear to me because I felt as though Todd understood the sacrifice I was making, and appreciated it. When we first got married, it was "I love you" because of how we looked, how we flirted, how we accomplished a task. We were completely independent people living together.
Because of our sweet children (and all the work they require) it's "I love you" because of the sacrifices you make, because you know just what to do to cheer up the crying child, because you helped me or someone I love, because you listened to me. We have become a team, completely dependent upon another.
Someone once asked me if having children has hurt my marriage. The truth is that it has actually enhanced my marriage. We have put our selfishness aside, we have worked hard together -and not for just him or myself. We have understood our roles more clearly and both are willing to help the other fulfill his/her own role. We have felt and displayed charity in ways we never would have thought. Because of the extra work, we have grown more together. Having kids forces you to become more sensitive to others, causing us to be more sensitive and loving towards the other's feelings, wants, and needs.
To top it off, the next day Todd got off work early, he came home and watched the kids so I could take a nap! Soooo nice!

Who Wore It Best

Just like the big stars in magazines, we real people find ourselves wearing the same outfit as someone else. So I want to know your opinion: Who Wore It Best? (I realize it should be worded "Who wore it better" but if Hollywood doesn't have to follow that simple English rule, why should I).
Now, I do realize that LeNae has youth and beauty, but when judging, remember that I have had four kids. I just love it when people say to me, "you look great for having four kids" Come on! I'm only 25, no I don't look great for my age, I do understand that- but what do you expect me to look like after having four kids?
Well, to be honest my vote goes for LeNae - isn't she gorgeous? For those that don't know, LeNae is living with me. She's going to school at the local college, hosting at a nice restaurant, and being very helpful. The boys absolutely adore her, she's really good about letting them come in her room where she'll play dinosaurs with them. She has a way of talking to them. You would think that they were all the same age (she's super mature). She's been extremely helpful, cleaning up what she can. She has often asked me if there's anything that she can do for me.
Anyhow, it has been so much fun having her around -she is so pleasant.

FHE

Family Home Evening has been one of my struggles. I've known that we needed to teach our children during this allotted time - but I wasn't sure of what to teach them or how. We have "scripture time" during breakfast, where I teach them stories from the scriptures using pictures - this is really great and effective, but we do it daily, I wanted something different for FHE.
We usually end up doing some kind of family activity, like bike riding or going to the park - but we usually do something like that most nights of the week.
The church came out with a nursery manual, Behold Your Little Ones. After taking a look at it I decided it was perfect for us to use the lessons for FHE. Last night we started with the first lesson- it was a HUGE success. The lesson was geared towards young children and had enough substance for older young children. So William enjoyed it and Mikey learned from it.
Now, it is a nursery manual, so I'm sure we won't be able to continue using it for a really long time, but it is something we can start with right now. I definitely would recommend it to those families with young children, and those families that have both young and older, it would be a great way to have your older children get involved in teaching the younger ones.
You can check it out here

My Suggestion

If you ever find yourself playing Cootie bugs (not the way the game suggests that it should be played for that only lasted two rounds) with your boys in the toy room, and you find yourself resting your head on Elmo

And you discover that you are more tired than you realized, I suggest that you get up and find somewhere else to sleep. If you do not do this, you may have someone constantly saying, "Talk to him Mommy" as they continue to lift up the Cootie bug that is in your hand. Your three year-old may pry your eyes open with his little fingers, which causes your 18 month-old follow in suit with his even smaller fingers. Several times a child may trip and fall on you and if that doesn't wake you up, his relentless "Sorry Mommacita" will. You may also find a ball being dropped on your face, the small ping-pong balls aren't so bad, but who would ever give a one year-old a full size basketball? Then to top it off you have a dog snuggle close to you, a dog that needs a bath, and upon seeing the dog the children rush to him to hug and snuggle him. So, I suggest if you find yourself in this situation, take a moment, get up and move to another room, or at least a higher
surface.

Bath Time?

I use to bath my kids everyday. It was something that I started when Mikey was born. In the morning, I would bathe him, work his little muscles, feed him, then he would take a nice, long morning nap.
When Roger came along, I would have Mikey and Roger bathe together after breakfast, especially since they would get so messy while eating.
When William was a baby (what do I mean was? He still IS a baby) I would bathe him in the kitchen sink while the boys finished their breakfast (mealtime can take a really LONG time).
But since we've lived here I haven't bee bathing them everyday. Then to top it off, since Grant was born, I haven't been bathing the boys as often.
As much as I hate to admit it, I've only bathed Grant a handful of times. So, this morning I decided to bathe him in the kitchen sink.
Right after I as done, Mikey brought in his baby doll, Baby Moses (they got him around the time they were learning about Moses). So, Mikey gave him a bath. William enjoyed this so once Mikey was done, William crawled up the chair.
Thanks to Liz, William still calls Grant Baby Bob. Well, he also calls Baby Moses "Baby Bob". This of course caused some frustrations for both my 4 year-old and 3 year-old.
I figured if William was going to bathe his doll, he may as well bathe himself for we all know he needed it. So I threw William in.
After dinner Roger convinced me to let him take a bath in the sink. So, today I gave 3 of my 4 boys a bath, "Baby Moses" or "Baby Bob" got two baths, and I didn't get a shower until 6 PM. Pretty good odds if you ask me.