Bath Time for Boys

Last night, Ben "volunteered" to get both boys ready for bed. Since they were smelly, as little boys often are, they both needed a bath.

I heard some commotion going on in the bathroom...water running, splashing, shouting...Ben called me and said, "Mom, you're gonna want to look at this."

He had both guys in the tub together. I'm not sure why this seemed like a significant thing to me, but I guess it did to Ben, too, since he called me in to witness it.

It was one of those "I so love these beautiful little creatures and can't imagine my life without them" kind of moments.

Obviously, I took pictures.

 

I've been thinking all day about why this seemed like a big deal to me, and what I've come up with is that it means we are getting closer to the part I've been looking forward to...the part where I have two nice little kids who play together and laugh together and love each other, at least sometimes.

It was never a dream of mine to have a house full of babies...babies are nice and all, but I really, really like little kids. I love hearing what they have to say, listening to their silly stories, getting to peek inside their imaginations (granted, sometimes I wish Jake would stop sharing for a few minutes out of the day, but I wouldn't trade it for anything), and I know how much more fun all of that stuff is when you have a sibling to share it with. I guess that's the part of having kids that I've always dreamed about...so to see it happening is pretty awesome.

So all of that...and it's nice to have two clean, sweet-smelling boys at the same time.