I love bedtime and bathtime for my kids. For many reasons. In fact, I'm usually a little sad when I can't be there for bedtime for my kids. It's like our little family time. We start bedtime at 7 pm (which is early for a lot of families, but perfect for mine). After gathering the necessary water bottles, stuffed animals, and books, we all head upstairs (including my husband, assuming he isn't gone for a meeting) and put all 3 of the kids in the bathtub together. There is probably only about 4 inches of water in the tub, and we don't even always use soap or shampoo. Really, it's more about calming down and having a little transition time before they have to get in bed. We tell stories, play guessing games where I'll say a line from one of their books and they have to guess the book, and everyone gets to just sit for a few minutes.
One by one, we get them out of the tub and dressed in pajamas. Then it's time to brush hair and teeth; I brush their hair while they brush their teeth. It's time then for family prayer, after which they each get to choose a book to read as we sit on the bottom bunk bed. We sing "I Am a Child of God", give hugs and kisses, and Dad leaves while mom helps them say their personal prayers, reads a chapter from a book (Charlotte's Web right now), and then sings a song, before leaving them. I love it.
Granted, there are times when all 3 kids are screaming before, during and after the bath, and you just want to shut the door and run away. But those aren't the norm. The norm is that I get to sit in the relatively quiet with my kids, and just enjoy their company. I know that they will only be little for a short while longer, and I'm trying to soak it all in. This is one of those times when I can do that. Far too soon, they'll have to just shower and get dressed and ready by themselves. They won't want to sit on Mom's lap and read a story before bedtime. But for now, I get to enjoy these little ones every single night. And I do.
Stuck in the Snow
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