Rub a dub dub, 3 chicks in a tub.

Whenever I take a bath, the big girls BEG to get in with me. I almost always say no. I get very little time to just relax like that by myself, so I usually tell them I need privacy and bribe them with sesame street. But Sunday we were having a mellow day at home, waiting for Mr. Merz to come back from NYC. The baby was sleeping in her swing, Alana and Joey had fallen asleep during "rest" time. So I got in the bath! Sweet quiet time! About 10 min in, Joey all red faced with sweaty, matted hair and glassy eyes, stumbles into the bathroom. "I gotta go pee." Right on her heels is Alana. I could tell right away that she was grumpy. She had some kind of scowl on, and she was stuck on WHINE. She was all hot and bothered cause she couldn't get her blanky to wrap around her just right. So Joey, all fresh from her pee, wiped and hands washed, starts taking her clothes off and saying she is getting in the tub. Alana is crying cause she doesn't want me to help her with the blanket because my hands are wet...eventually I just invited them both in the tub. We are definitely getting to the point where we can't all fit in there comfortably. But we made it work. There is something so pretty about their long wet eyelashes, and the way their hair floats in the water. When I was washing their hair, we would say, "You look like a mermaid!" They were putting the wash cloths up on their bodies like dresses. All giggles and silliness. And with that the post nap grumpies were washed away. I didn't get my quiet bath, but I got two happy (and clean!) kiddos and that is worth something too!