A lot of people as me how it goes at our house with two small babies. Last night is a good illustration for those of you who have time to read all of this story:
(warning: kind of gross)
Vivian had a rough dinner because she wasn't feeling well, so she didn't finish until it was already bathtime. They both needed to get a bath. Usually when I start this process Aaron is home so it's not a problem, but last night he was late and I made the mistake of putting them in the tub at the same time. After playing for a while (Vivian is so sweet with Kate), I got Kate out first and dried her off and diapered her and got her pjs on. Her bottle was ready and the humidifier was filled. I stuck my hands in the tub to get Vivian out, and realized too late that she had had a BM in the tub. You might wonder...wow she does that a lot! But I promise this is only the 3rd time it's happened ever. Anyway I didn't have time to get all the toys out, clorox the tub and wash her all over again because Kate wanted to eat and go to bed right at that second if you know what I mean. So I got V out, dried her off quickly, and told her to come play in Kate's room while I fed her. While I was trying to get the snot out of Kate's nose (which she hates so she was screaming), V finished her BM on Kate's playmat that I had just washed that morning because Kate had thrown up her Prevacid all over it. Wow. I just let it go for a few minutes and I fed Kate and put her down. V and I went to the bathroom to clean the tub and hop in the shower together so I could rewash her. I didn't realize that she still had you-know-what on her bottom, so as I looked down from wetting my hair I realized that it was running all across my feet to the drain. GROSS.

During times like these I find myself repeating "In service to Christ" over and over again :)
Kids are crazy. But I love them.