After weeks of giving Julia turbo-speed baths with her wailing the entire time (while her siblings filed in one at a time each crying in sympathy, wondering what kind of bath torture device I was using on their sweet innocent sister), I finally came up with a solution!
She didn't cry. She didn't wail. My little bathroom didn't transform into Grand Central Station.
It was bliss. It was wonder. I was to-ta-lly thuh-rilled!
Something about that face makes me think she enjoyed having Chloe hold her while I bathed her.