Oh bedtime…that most blissful of times. Soak the kids in the tub, letting the warm water calm their bodies and soothe away any troubles from the day. Then gently wrap them in towels to cuddle on the couch and read a story or two before tucking them in, kissing foreheads and chubby cheeks, letting them drift off to sleep. Ha. Hahahaha. Riiight…
Let’s try that again. Tell the kids they need to take a bath. They maybe smell a little, and the dirt from the playground is sticking in the snot they’ve wiped across their face by using the back of their hand (tissues are so lame. also, we don’t have any). Listen to the kids first protest the bath, then refuse to get out, playing some sort of mock water polo that soaks the floor. Rarely do they bathe together these days, their bodies are just too long to share the space, and their personalities too big not to make it a fight. So do this three times. The trip from the bath to the couch actually IS my sweetest moment, where even the oldest asks to be wrapped up and carried. If it’s cold in the house, I get a few moments where they cuddle up in their towels and under blankets, but if it’s warm out they are jumping from couch to couch wiggling butts and naming anatomy, rejoicing in getting to call out PENIS! without ramifications. (penis talk is, sadly, not allowed at the dinner table) Sometimes I ask if they want me to read, usually it’s no, and we pop on some America’s Funniest Videos (soon to be replaced by American Ninja Warrior) and chill for a bit. Television coma faces ensue. Now off to brush teeth, and check my son’s toothbrush to see if it’s wet. It’s not. Hey kid, seriously, brush your teeth. Try to make fillings sound super scary. Also hoping he forgets this little speech the first time he actually has to have one done. Oops. They all now ask for books, but nope, I just don’t do reading in bed, which probably is mom sacrilege, but we have a long history of this just. not. working. Instead, its usually a song or two for the boy, drinks of water and kisses for the girls. Phew, peace out (until they come out in five minutes). Bedtime is exhausting.
The kids used to all like the same towel, this faded and pilled yellow hooded bath towel that I was gifted for baby Chloe (who is now almost 8). And since, you know, I sew and all I thought I’d (finally) make them each their own towel. I love the simplicity in that–three kids, three towels. The first one I made was the blue one, in which I did not follow the internet’s directions of only using half of a hand towel. Silly me. Always listen to the internet. The girls have smaller, more appropriate hoods.
And in continuing my effort for real-life sewing, I made the kids some pajama pants out of some fleece I bought at Jo Anns a couple of years ago. Time to use up the stash or lose it. The fabric pilled up quite a bit after the first wash, but, eh, they work. His reactions are the best, he was equally as thrilled with his special blue towel. Those little birds are actually super sweet on the girls pairs, and Conner was so happy (as always) to have something special made for him. His reactions are the best, he was equally as thrilled with his special blue towel.
And so to bed. (but mom, the sun is right in my eyes!)