I'm so thankful for winter, because the cold weather means less baths. Summer wore me out giving so many baths! In the heat of last summer, Isaac and Maya were taking a karate class in the park. I wasn't a fan of staying and letting the kids play in the park because then I'd have to come home and give 6 baths before naptime. (I don't want sweaty kids in their clean beds!)
Isaac and Maya can now take showers independently, and Elena and Chloe take showers too, but they need a bit of supervision. ("Right is off. See the labels I made with the big arrows??")
So the only baths I give nowadays are for Daniel and Lydia, and I bathe them together despite the fact that we're a modesty-loving family. Four is the magic age for separating boys and girls I've decided. Anyway, they are adorable and I love watching them play together in the bathtub. Daniel only needs me to add soap to his scrubby; he learned how to bathe himself at the orphanage and is quite thorough. Lydia wants the same treatment and I let her believe she does a good job of it. Then I scrub her down myself.
As Lydia was putting the "wetters" on the shower wall, she was attempting to sing the Letter Factory songs: "The B says aaahh. The B says aaahh." One day, I'll correct her. For now I just enjoy her mistakes.