So Fresh and So Clean

It's bath time, and I'm ready.

I've been mentally preparing for it all day. Scott had to work late tonight, so I knew I was on my own.

Giving baths is a workout these days. We bathe them at the same time. Yes, it's a bit of a logistical nightmare, but it cuts down on time and screaming. Mostly on screaming.

Undress one. Put her in the bath. Undress the other. Put her in the bath. Scrub one down. Scrub the other down. Stop one from bulldozing the other. Stop the other from tipping over. Stop one from bulldozing the other AGAIN. Wrap a towel around one and sit her down. Wrap a towel around the other. And then by some unknown strength and agility, pick them both up and carry them into their room to be diapered and dressed.

And that's on a good day.

Today was not a good day.

I managed to get through the bath, through the drying off and had them both sitting on the changing table when I reached into the basket to grab a diaper and I felt it.

Nothing. No diapers.

The new box was sitting in the kitchen.

So, there I was with two naked, cold, diaperless babies and no diapers.

What did I do? I stuck both of those naked babies into Grace's crib and hurried to the kitchen the whole time chanting, "Please don't pee, please don't pee!"