For two months, I have given Lucy a bath most nights and gotten her ready for bed before putting the boys in the shower. Every single night for those two months, Lucy has tried to get into the shower with them -- over and over again -- even though she's bathed, brushed, lotioned and dressed. I would get frustrated, trying to keep her out of the shower yet also out of trouble while Jeff worked late.
Finally, I was done.
After pulling her out of the bathroom for the 47th time in one night with a stern "no, it's your brothers' time," I gave in. Hey, I figured we could both use a cooling off.
Think she minded?
And guess who fought with me when it was time to get out -- soaked pajamas and all...
I have a feeling life with Lucy will be one battle after another. And I'm not sure I'm going to win as many as I planned. And if you're wondering, I don't know either why I didn't just start giving her a shower with them when she demanded it. I guess I tried to hang on to the baby while she was determined to be the big girl.